I be strollin’ down in da hood in Chicaga wit my Tek-9 in me hand a shootin’ off some caps at da Bloods. Da Bloods shoots back. I be runnin’ and leave da hood by accident. Da Pigs sees me and tells me to drops my gun. I says, “No way M****rf**kers! I tilts my gun at da Pigs. Before I can put some Pigs in a Blanket. Some Pig I didin see caps me. I falls as blood spurts outta my haid. The world goes gray then black.
Suddenly I meets a guy with a long white beard. He says he be Pete or somethin’ like that. He sees muh gun and he pulls a lever. Da cloud drops out unner me and I falls like forever.
Then I sees a red guy who says he be called Lucy Fer. I tinks Lucy be a gay name so I sumes he be a faggot. I soon learns I be right ‘bout dat.
Then Lucy introduce me to so biatch barely walkin’. She cackles and be shrill and yell a lot. Lucy says, “You be Shrillary’s biatch now homo homey.”
Life suck. Then ya die. Then it suck more.
You're born hungry, cold, naked and wet. And then it gets worse.