A (fuckin) Dear White People blog entry.

I come from the era of the #LightningRound. Not from the game show. The shit White people fire at you to test your mental stamina. Unfortunately if you #LightningRound a cat from the hood, you can get fucked up. 
So I suppressed my whiteness for a while. STILL got called the White Boy of the block.

Damn it, I EMBRACED it.

I even told Mandalae Dre (what up Lenox!) to CALL me the White Boy. I actually appreciate it.

Well, 20 years and 2 prison bids later, I'm at a crossroads where... I don't know where I stand with White people. I'm afraid to support Trump, I'm not a fan of Biden/Harris' policies, and I didn't want to subject a CHINESE/JAMAICAN woman to the potential disgrace she may face in the office. We ALL hear about The Illuminati/Diddy parties. Why the fuck would you want to subject a minority WOMAN to such a thing? Are you that complacent? Numb? The fuck do you want?

I also speak in Ebonics, OFTEN. My vernacular is subjected to a shake down if you catch me at the wrong time. Pretty much, only New York can understand me. Cardi opened the door to such on "Love & Hip-Hop", but she may not understand the magnitude of... the shit I say.

White people get it.

Hands down.

And they STILL need it explained to them.

Cleveland was my BIGGEST introduction to White people. Cleveland White People LOVE me. And I love them. I don't want to detach from them. But I want to indulge in TheHood and learn what I can... as the white boy.

What sayeth you, White People?

Am I the #exceptionto #therule?

Or must I worry about my black skin dirt-ing my "white tuxedo"?

Holla back, folks!!!!

#toGodbetheglory