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11/23/2003

stay away from that brown sugar

I see y'all peepin' round the henhouse, all frisky-like, and I'm a-warnin' you to stay away from the brown sugar, boy. I see you gettin' all sweaty and nervous, and I know what that means—you want to git yourself some more of them exotic molasses thrills, them sweet chocolate delights. But you better not cross them tracks and get yourself some brown sugar, boy, or I'll tan your hide.

I'm warning you not to go down to the dark side of town, where Nigra men offer their wives, mothers, and daughters to the nearest white boy with a two-dollar bill and a gleam in his eye. You can catch the baby crabs and the screamin' mimi's from these Nigra women, boy. Or they'll bop you on the head and take all your money. And some of them ladies of the evening ain't no more than big buck black men wearin' a dress, and where would that leave you, boy?

I agree with ya—some of them Nigra women can be mighty easy on the eyes, at least the light-skinned ones. But nah, mixin' up the races can only bring strife and heartache. No good can come of it. Every time it happens, God sheds a tear.