So I'm sitting here in my crisp black shirt, creased black khakis, black socks, and black shoes....man I feel the urge to put my fist in the air and spew some intellectual phrase that turns heads or simply implies to the people, "I am somebody." Instead, I just sit and reflect on a few things... one I work for the whitest of whites..yacht owning, lakehouse having, what's Wal-mart individuals that you could meet. So why of all the people in my office is he the one to wear Black today? Should I ask...of course I should.
"Mr Duck Agent, I know why I have on all black today but why do you?"
"C.I...black is black and white is white. Just like wrong is wrong and right is right. I don't have to be black to know that.'
Today's Lesson....
Wrong is Wrong, right is right.... you don't have to be black to know that.
*Kicks Rocks, throws mic*
"Mr Duck Agent, I know why I have on all black today but why do you?"
"C.I...black is black and white is white. Just like wrong is wrong and right is right. I don't have to be black to know that.'
Today's Lesson....
Wrong is Wrong, right is right.... you don't have to be black to know that.
*Kicks Rocks, throws mic*