Good Afternoon Ysrayl…

I trust all is well with you this afternoon… … … We gon get down wit it this evening Y’all… … …

But I “DON’T” believe I’ve “EVER” told Y’all about the time that I ATE some “HOT ASS CHICKEN” and it “ALMOST” MADE ME PEE ON MYSELF… … …

I WAS “EIGHTEEN”, “FRESH OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL”… I got ONE of “ONLY” “TWO” “REAL JOBS” that I “EVER” HAD… With a “REAL BOSS” and “EVERYTHING”… … … AND THAT SHIT was “TERRIBLE”… … … Well “NOT” the BOSS… … … SHE WAS ACTUALLY a VERY GOOD, HONEST, INTELLIGENT, HONORABLE BLACK WOMAN… VERY GOOD EXAMPLE of MOTHERHOOD and WOMANHOOD… … …

But ANYWAY, I got a JOB WORKING at a COMPANY CALLED BRADY CORPORATION… And it was a VERY CONVIENENT “FIRST” REAL JOB… It DIRECTLY ACROSS the STREET from my “FIRST” APARTMENT… NO REASON in the WORLD to be LATE FOR WORK RITE?… … … “SIKE”… … …

So this ONE PARTICULAR day, one of MY FELLOW CO-WORKERS, and a GOOD FRIEND at the TIME, was talking about this RESTUARANT CALLED “BW3’S”… SHE TOLD ME that they HAD GOOD FOOD, AND SHE ASKED me if “I” would LIKE ANYTHING from there, and SHE WOULD BRING it to WORK for ME THE NEXT DAY so I COULD TRY IT… Back then I had NEVER BEEN to BW3’S… So when I ASKED what was their SPECIALITY, and SHE SAID “CHICKEN WINGS”, I KNEW it was GON be a “GOOD” REST of the DAY AFTER LUNCHTIME the NEXT DAY… … …

AS some may REMEMBER my SAYING that “I” “SOMETIMES” LIKE “SPICY FOOD”… Well in THOSE YEARS of my LIFE I “ALWAYS” LIKED “SPICY FOOD”… So when she “ASKED” ME “WHAT TYPE” of WINGS I WANTED, “FU** YOU MEAN”, I WANT THE “SPICY ONES”… … …

SHE HERSELF had ONLY been a FEW TIMES, so SHE WASN’T SURE ABOUT the MENU or ANYTHING… SO I just TOLD HER to GET ME some NICE SPICY WINGS… AND BECAUSE I was “EIGHTEEN”, and I “THOUGHT” I WAS “TOUGH”, I DIDN’T LISTEN to the “OTHER” WORKER of MINE that “WARNED” ME that THOSE WINGS WERE “GONNA BE” TOO HOT… … …

“WHAT”?… … … “I’m a GROWN ASS MAN”… GOT MY OWN CRIB and “EVERYTHING”… FU** YOU MEAN THEY GON BE “TOO HOT” for ME… … …

So the NEXT DAY I SEE my FRIEND, SHE GAVE me the WINGS and I WAS “TOO EXCITED”… I’m WATCHING the CLOCK and SHIT… PURPOSELY “DIDN’T” EAT NO SNACKS or ANYTHING… I’m BOUT TO INHALE THIS CHICKEN… … …

SO I GET my BOX of FOOD, HEAD UPSTAIRS to the CAFETERIA to HEAT it UP in the MICROWAVE… … … NOW WHAT’S IMPORTANT to UNDERSTAND is the FACT that MY HEATING UP the WINGS IN the MICROWAVE, “SHOULDA” BEEN a “SIGN” to MY BLACK ASS that THOSE WINGS “WEREN’T” MEANT for “HUMAN CONSUMPTION”… And THE REASON why I SAY “THAT”, is BECAUSE “WHILE” they were “HEATING UP”, THE SMELL was MAKING ME “COUGH”, and MY EYES WERE BURNING “JUST” FROM HEATING THEM UP… … …

BUT FUCK THAT… “I’M HUNGRY”, and I’m A “TOUGH ASS NIGGA”… … …

SO I go to HAVE a SEAT WITH “ALLLL” of the “PROFESSIONAL CORPORATE” EMPLOYEES, “WIT MY BOX OF WINGS”… LOOKIN “EVERY BIT” of “BLACK and COUNTRY” EVER PUT into “ONE BEING”, SITTING WIT ALLL THE “PROFESSIONAL EMPLOYEES”… … …

I HAD “THIRTY MINUTES” for LUNCH, so I DIDN’T GO to the RESTROOM “FIRST”… It was my ROUTINE at that time to GO “AFTER” I ATE my LUNCH, because the RESTROOMS were ON THE WAY BACK to WHERE I WAS WORKING on the FIRST FLOOR… … …

So LONG STORY “SHORT”… I “STARTED” EATING the WINGS, that the “GOOD” HALF OF MY BRAIN “KNEW” was gon be “TOO HOT”… And ABOUT “FORTY-FIVE SECONDS” INTO EATING, I “KNEW” I FUCKED UP “BAD”… … … REAL BAD… … …

BUT WHAT MADE IT “WORST”, was PEOPLE STARTED TALKING to me… ASKING QUESTIONS and SHIT that I “DIDN’T” KNOW the ANSWERS to… … … SO I COULDN’T JUST “GET UP” and “TAKE OFF” RUNNING LIKE I “WANTED” to do, BECAUSE THESE “PROFESSIONAL CORPORATE” PEOPLE were BEING REALLY NICE to me… AND GENUINELY WANTED TO KNOW THINGS ABOUT “ME” and WHAT I was DOIN there at the COMPANY… … … BUT WHAT “COMPOUNDED” the PROBLEM was the FACT that BECAUSE of WHAT WAS GOIN ON IN MY MOUTH, IT MADE ME HAVE TO PEE “REALLY BAD”… … …

LISTEN Y’all… I’m TALKING to “ALLL” these PEOPLE THAT “RUN THE COMPANY”… ALLL the BOSSES and PROFESSIONALS… AND I’m “COUGHIN and CRYIN” and SHIT, “DON’T” KNOW “NONE” of the SHIT THEY TALKING about that I’M “SUPPOSED TO KNOW” because that’s WHAT “I DO THERE”… … … AND ON TOP of “ALLL” of it, I HAD TO PEE BAD THEN A MFKA… … …

AND the “WHOLE TIME” I was SITTING THERE “TRYING” to be “TOUGH”, the “ONLY” THINGS GOIN through my MIND was… “I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY THE “HOT” IS NOT STOPPING or SLOWING DOWN”, and “YOU DON’T DO NOBODY LIKE THIS”… … … I “SERIOUSLY” FELT LIKE my FRIEND “SET ME UP”… … …

So “FINALLY” AFTER a “WHOLE TORTUROUS” “FOREVER”, that was “ACTUALLY” ALLL of ABOUT “TWO and a HALF MINUTES”, I “EXCUSED” MYSELF… … … BECAUSE “FUCK THAT” I’m “NOT” BOUT TO “PISS” ON MYSELF “AT WORK” FUCKIN AROUND WIT THESE “HOT ASS WINGS”, IN THESE PEOPLES “FACE”… … …

SO I GOT UP, and ONCE I GOT PASSED where PEOPLE COULD “SEE ME”, I TOOK OFF RUNNING… I THROW THEM WINGS IN THE GARBAGE ON MY WAY to the RESTROOM… … …

NOW I’m NOT GON “SAY” that I WAS “DANCING” IN FRONT OF THE URINAL TRYNA GET MY PANTS “OPEN”, BUT THE “PROCESS” was TAKING LONGER than it SHOULDA for WHATEVER REASONS… BUT I MADE IN TIME Y’ALL… … …

AND WHAT’S CRAZY ABOUT “ALLL” of that… WAS I BROUGHT “MY OWN” LUNCH FROM “HOME” that day, that “I” PUT TOGETHER “MYSELF” just in CASE MY FRIEND DIDN’T COME WITH THOSE WONGS for WHATEVER REASONS… JUST THE “WAY” I LIKE IT… … …

So the MORAL of the STORY is, “EAT YOUR LUNCH” THAT YOU BROUGHT FROM “HOME”… IF YOU GOT a “GOOD WOMAN”, YOU PUT TOGETHER THE WAY “YOU LIKE IT”… “THAT’S” YOUR “NOURISHMENT”… AND “WE” as MEN, HUSBAND’s AND FATHERS HAVE TO BUILD REALITY “THAT WAY”… … … BECAUSE YOU COULD END UP EATING some “HOT ASS CHICKEN”… … …

T.I.- Stay-(feat. Victoria Monet)

KING MAAZYAH

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