Monday,
July 17, 2000
Another Brotha
Beatdown
(Why
You Actin' Like It's Something New, Y'all?)
Goddamn, the media
types is all up in arms ova this brotha who got his ass beatdown
by the Philly PD. As if y'all were shocked an' surprised, yo.
But I knows that
mosta you dumb-ass pale-faced blue-eyed chumps don't even know
what I'm rappin' about, so here's yo recap:
[Thomas] Jones, 30 ...
was spotted "driving erratically" in the car around
12:40 p.m., police said...
Jones drove onto a sidewalk
filled with funeral mourners ... a short time later, Jones crashed
into an oncoming vehicle, abandoned the car and led police on
a foot chase before a gun battle erupted [police said].
Jones was shot five times,
in the abdomen and arm ... [Jones escaped in a police cruiser.]
Jones was dragged from the vehicle and immediately kicked and
punched repeatedly by at least 10 black and white officers.
Jones was ... charged
with attempted murder, aggravated assault and theft in connection
with several purse snatchings less than two days before the melee
... Despite allegations by police that Jones had fired a weapon,
shooting [an officer] in the hand, no firearm has been found.
That fact has fueled
skepticism among those people -- black and white -- who believe
the videotaped arrest shows that police were unnecessarily brutal
toward Jones.
-- Philadelphia
Inquirer,
July 17, 2000
As y'all can see,
it's just another day in the life of a brotha. And not only does
he get hiddelf shot and beaten, yo, he be a marked man -- even
though he ain't got him no weapon to show he shot anyone, yeah.
Sheeeit, for all we's know, NONE O' THIS HAPPENED.
Welcome to yo Nazi-ass
police state.
Mydelf, I don't
care to hear no more "The Man Beat the Brotha" stories.
It's like Whitey watchin' them "Friends" reruns over
and over and over again. Soon, y'all know the stories inside
out.
I used to see the
same story near everyday, to some degree or 'nother. Sheeeeeeit.
Usually, some brotha would just get the stick for nothin' more
than givin' some pig the eye -- 'fore the pig puttin' the wood
to him gets spooked:
What if I get
caught beatin' on this here nigga?There goes my pension! Sheeeooot!
How'll I get Billy Bob through tradeschool then?
Then he say:
"Hey nigger,
I's sorry I beat your black ass so bad and bloody. Tell ya what,
boy -- you run along and keep quiet about this here beatin',
an' I won't have to shoot you dead an' call it a 'dangerous situation.'
Sound good?"
(Nowadays, though,
none them pohlice just go 'round my 'hood twirlin' his night
stick by hiddelf. Cuz when my brothas and me come upon some pig
beatin' on yo usual suspect and weren't payin' no mind, me an'
my chillios, we'd put the shaft on Porky. Once in awhile, I a
drag mydelf a piece o' the action into my dark alley, yo, and
then y'all know what happened next:
That pig don't
come rootin' 'round my 'hood anytime soon, yeah.
Nowadays, not many
pigs come 'round here cuz they's asses started gettin' collectively
sore, yo.)
Frank Thomas just
the latest big time black man who got hiddelf beat, and I'll
tell y'all what: Since then, thousands more been treated to
a knuckle sandwich featurin' the Other White Meat.
Don't believe me?
Best not come 'round here spoutin' that nonsense or at wores
I pop a cap in ya, an' at least I'll introduce ya to salad
tossin'
personally.
Yeah, cracka, it's
always 'bout pohlice beatin' down the brotha.
Peace, ya Whitey
racists.
--
That Cavortin' Bastard
