Thoughts, Musings and Reflections

OJ If You Don’t Sit Yo Ass Down

OJ, if you don’t sit yo ass down!


Really, OJ? The ink ain’t even dry on your parole papers, and here you are, gallivanting around Las Vegas, posing with young women without a care in the world.  I am looking at OJ Simpson like when your mom looked at you in the car as she gave you the pre-grocery store speech. “Don’t ask for nothing. Don’t touch nothing and if you act a fool and make me look crazy in front of these White folks, I will jack you up!”


What is wrong with you, OJ? Have you learned nothing? My mom would always tell me, “Some people just have to learn the hard way.”


This is not the 70’s. That, “I’m not Black, I’m OJ,” philosophy is no longer going to work for you in this climate. While you were in prison, we had a Black President, and to much of the world, in their eyes, he was still a n*gga. Trust me; you are not going to fare better than Barack Obama. If going to prison for nine years didn’t show you, let me be the first to tell you, you are Black. The world only loved you when you were running with a football and winning games.


If you haven’t noticed the climate of the Negros For Lease and its fans,maybe you need to do some catching up on Colin Kaepernick. Playing football is not a shield for hate and racism. Also, after you were found not guilty of the murders of Ron Goldman and Nicole Brown, much of the world hated you. And they still do. They have never forgotten Johnnie Cochran trying on that leather glove and boldly declaring, “If it doesn’t fit you must acquit.”  When you walked out of that courtroom, you became public enemy number one. Many White people only believe the justice system is supposed to work in THEIR favor, not yours. After you were imprisoned and finally granted parole, people still haven’t forgotten.

If it was not apparent to you then, it should be now, you are Black. You are on parole. And trust me, if you sneeze wrong, they will violate you and send you right back.  And this time you will not get out.

That is why I advise you to get your ass somewhere, collect your pension checks, and sit down.  As a matter of fact get somewhere and listen to Jay Z’s song The Story of OJ and act accordingly.

Light nigga, dark nigga, faux nigga, real nigga
Rich nigga, poor nigga, house nigga, field nigga
Still nigga, still nigga
O.J. like, “I’m not black, I’m O.J.”


Now is not the time for you to be posing with young women and getting caught up in some mess. Leave it alone. Because trust me there are people just waiting and plotting for your downfall. And all it takes is one mistake. You have been warned and warning often comes before destruction.



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