Some thanks I get. For every•thing I done for him... He ain't left me no•thing--but trouble.
He su•pposed to make me the gun. The one that su•pposed to tell time and shit. Every got•damn mo•ther•fuckin' day with him. "I make it tomorrow! Oh I just gatherin' parts. Oh I busy pickin' today, oh I was sleep in the daisies yesterday, oh I was at the neigh•bor plant•ation to•mor•row, nigger nigger nigger, coon coon coon." Then I turn around and he's whipped up this!
For you!
