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Since I’m at a new plantation you didn’t think the stories from the upper fields would stop did you? Now this place isn’t half as bad that’s why I have nothing to report but yesterday I heard something that made me think this mawfvcker is lost. There are some who til the land and others who think We Sick! Well this is a We Sick Boss moment and I couldn’t let it pass without breaking bread.
Now I’m in a competitive field primarily dealing with money. Money is talked about all of the time the way some cats ask how your weekend went. So needless to say when someone on the plantation gets money for the plantation they are rewarded like you are worth more now. So this woman today got a client and of course the overseer was happy for her. Then she turned around and said “I don’t mind because we’re family!” Now me I stopped with my head being down waiting for the day to be over to pop up with a surprising look. I’m thinking you dumb slave you brought probably 10k to the business and you’re 30k ass ain’t going to see none of it.
Where does this kind of thinking come from? We’re family must be in the Willie Lynch letter somewhere to make slaves feel comfortable. I thought for a second what are they doing for you to make you feel that these devils are family. I know what my family is and these devils I’m around ain’t family for sure. Now they are there and they are cordial but they aren’t family. So as this woman sat back down I thought to myself I got to get out of here. I need to find a product like crack that’s legal and push that shit until they catch me.
We’re family! Man I know some cats are brainwashed but this woman right here got her brain scrubbed out of her fvcking head. What part of your family makes you work without seeing the money? What part of your family docks you pay if you’re late? What part of your family makes you ask for days off on some bullshit schedule like you leaving will fvck up everything? What part of your family reviews your work only to find fault everyday in your performance so you won’t get a raise? Damn they don’t even feed your slave ass!
So that’s all I got to say about that. Again, your Brother FreeMan reporting live from the upper fields of the north plantation where the sun meets the sky and weak minded motherfvckers go to die! (I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!)