god'swife19 Nov 2002

Whether picking fruit or cleaning up after rich people, peasants are peasants. I guess weez inside-nigga's, cuz weez pretty an maza' shur dun liked it when we sat on his knee, I use to hike up my pettycoats shuffle my feets and sing

Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah I got 'em for sale
Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah I got 'em for sale
One for a nickle and two for dime
I would sell you more but they ain't none of mine.
Hot tamales and they's red hot yeah we got 'em for sale!

Then mazza' would pats my head and give me a hunk of pork jowl. I'd give it to mama and she'd flavor up d' greens with it. Ew-wee!!! What the fuck do you know about how I grew u