in a dingy tiled room with walls adorned by posters: EMPLOYMENT IS THE FIRST STEP  TO SELF-RELIANCE, a thirty year old black woman…dreads under a blue rag…rolls of flesh tightly packed in shiny garments….two tots screaming out for Mickey D’s….talks on a cell phone to baby’s daddy Buddha….

he’s laying on a couch at the crib watching a Jew named Maury publicly humiliate soul sister number one anxiously awaiting a DNA test….

get off your fat ass an’ get me three doubles at Checkers nigga, she orders Buddha.

the two-thousand year old philosopher pulls the cell away from the screaming voice, Nigga…my babies gotta eat motha’ fucker, nigga, motha’fucker, Buddha…what’s the difference….an errand-boy by any other name….

Buddha….Buddha…you listenin’….ten in the mornin’ an’ you got that rock blazin’ an’ shit, more yelling…..

nigga you don’t see me sittin ‘ ’round the house hittin’ rock….I’m providin’ for mines nigga….better wake-up niggas….food stamps ain’t gonna be ’round forever….

you listenin nigga, Virgin Mobile minutes ran out while a crack-pipe burned another hole in the foam of a sofa….

and Mary’s still in search of baby’s daddy…..all brought to you by Nescafe and American Life Insurance….

God said to Abraham kill me a son…why stop with one…Empire boys….we’re talkin’ empire….