Voice Post -- PM to the Scientists

Mood: 

Determined

"Yo, ya'll listenin'? I know you are, ain' no mail in the joint that goes unread by somebody, feel me? I know none'a this shit ain' locked or private or nothin'. Not when you'd give up camera shots t'any of us. Ain' as stupid as I look.

But f'real, man, which one'a ya'll's kid was that? S'fucked up, g. Fucked up. Hell yeah, creepy lil girl, scare some folks, tha's what ya'll do. But no lil girl needs t'be seein' the kinda shit that happened this mornin', dog. Naked white fag boy strapped t'a side of beef or whatever th' fuck. You be turnin' her into th' fucked up kid at school, m'tellin' you. Black fingernail polish an' razor cuts an' everythin'. S'fucked.

An' I been lookin'? An' this nigga right here is now the only black face in this house. I ain' cool with that, know what I'm sayin'? S'pull out your lil waitin' list or whatever and find me a brother or sister t'fill some time with. I know how twitchy white folk get ... next time somethin' goes missin' or somebody gets it in they crazy-ass head t'try an' pin blame on somebody? Guess who's a good fuckin' scapegoat? Man, I'm jus' tryin' t'keep my fuckin' head down an' get through this shit, but I ain' makin' no promises of good behavior if some mothafucker starts messin' with me, understand? I got me a bat an' a good thick pipe, an' I ain' gonna hesitate t'bash a mothafucker's face in. I ain' gonna be no mark on no mothafucker's sheet.

I ain' down with that shit. Ain' down at all."