Originally Posted by Guest

Reminds Me of a rap song I'm writing!!

Ok, let's wrap this up and move on.

I didn't know it at the time but my mother use to rap to me all the time. I can still remember the words.
I'm a little teapot short and stout.
Here is my handle.
Here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up,
Hear me shout!
Just tip me over
And pour me out

Originally Posted by Guest

I didn't know it at the time but my mother use to rap to me all the time. I can still remember the words.
I'm a little teapot short and stout.
Here is my handle.
Here is my spout.
When I get all steamed up,
Hear me shout!
Just tip me over
And pour me out

And THERE is one of the myriad of difference between the races.

Those kids listen to:

F@ck this and f@ck that...kill them...rob them...she's a ho...etc.

You don't hear that in "white" lyrics.

Our children are precious to us...theirs are "welfare assets" and disposable. Why else would they let 10 shooting a day happen to their kids in Chicago alone?