The World is changing one thread at a time

I gotta Ms. Jackson too, and it ain’t pretty

Go to hell Ms. Jackson. I won’t say your name because you’ll run to the custody judge screaming “Look! She’s crazy! She speaks her mind!” I’ll just let Big Boi speak for me:

My baby’s drama mama, don’t like me
She be doin’ things like havin’ them boys come from her neighborhood
To the studio tryin’ to fight me
She need to get a piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That’s my house, I’ll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out
And let her know her grandchild is a baby, and not a paycheck
Private school, daycare, shit medical bills I pay that
I love your mom and everything, but see I ain’t the only one who laid down
She wanna rib you up to start a custody war, my lawyers stay down
Shit; you never got a chance to hear my side of the story we was divided
She had fish fries and cookouts for my child’s birthday I ain’t invited
Despite it, I show her the utmost respect when I fall through
All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah

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I do pay more child support and day care than probably 90% of parents out there. I love those kids more than you all do because I want them to see both parents. Even though you people are despicable for keeping them from me because of how I dress, I still want them to see you guys, because it’s the right thing for them. You are just selfish, and you don’t see the pain that your selfish behavior is creating for my flesh and blood. Typical white fear. You’re just afraid of your neighbors. I know you’re not openly homophobic, but your actions here speak louder than your empty words. You just want your precious friends to not think you are “weird” like me. You want your friends more than what’s right for my kids. Shame.

Ms. Jackson, Mr. Jackson, the whole damn Jackson Five are sad, sad people. You’re really just Boston trash living in country club California. Your roots are showing girl.