My pops ain’t in the greatest health these days, so every day I get talk to talk to him and yap about women, college football and politics is worth more than all the gold in China. No amount of money would ever turn me against my family.
Now if we talking friends (all my close friends are primarily black) we could have a very difficult conversation, but a conversation nonetheless.
That’s my own personal hell, even with 30 million. I’m cool with all races but hanging out with non-blacks for an extended period of time messes with my psyche. I need to be around my own folk.
I'd rather not take the $30m. I've been in the hospital for a week with a smack head white boy, an old Jewish rabbi, an old Bengali Muslim dude, a Nigel Farage following Aussie and a mentally disturbed brother who hates everybody, especially Nigerians.
If it wasn't for the beautiful black nurses of all nations, Jamaican porters and African brehs, I would've killed somebody.
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