Black America is side-eyeing Ray Lewis EXTRA HARD right now.
NIGGA dude went IN on Colin Kaepernick , basically telling him (and us all) how “Massa give you a chicken too iffen you ack right. Jes ‘pologize.” Of course, bruh-man was met with a internet full of “negro please” and “boy, bye” and “black card revoked” and “no more cookouts for YO ass”. But he stood his ground–a thing white folks love, especially when it is blackness edifying white structures designed to keep the rest of us broke, busted, and disgusted. Cuz, you know. The football team owners and networks da homies. And the homies pay the bills, right? And Trump was also a homie. Or so Lewis thought.
Until Darth Donald called all them
niggas sorry, sorry players sons-a-bitches. In public, b. #teamnofxgiven.
E’erbody mad. E’erbody. Including our resident prodigal son, Ray Lewis.
Ohhhhhh, the tides! How they turn.
And our banished brother comes limping back to us, having spent his wealth with heathens and strangers in a foreign land where the rest of us are forbidden to sojourn. He comes back to us–not just on one bended knee but on TWO, holding on in shame and sorrow at finding himself in the mud with the pigs. Or in the fight with the nigs. Either way, he is struggling right now.
Now we, the good sons and daughters, gotta make decisions. Are we going to follow behind our fathers who are killing the fatted calf because our brother has seen the light? Or are we finna be petty like the one in the scriptures who basically said to his daddy, “why you stanning for him? I been here working and doing whatever you needed while his trifling butt wasted your riches on bullshiggady. This stinks like hot garbage, and I am not here for it.”
Based on MY timeline? Looks like the petty is in full effect.