Snap, judgment, studios.

See, if I'm on the street and someone slates me,

knocks my papers to the ground, calls me names,

even raises their hand to me.

Like what happened the other day?

The truth is, I'm likely to let it go.

The slowly pick my things up off the ground

to say the calming word, even, even to turn the other cheek.

Everybody is calm down.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Understand, I'm a luther.

Not a fighter, but...

But if I'm walking with one of my babies,

my good children, my happy kids, my nappy head at monsters,

if I'm walking down the street with one of my babies

and someone steps to one of them,

says some untoward, or God forbid,

raise their hand in my child's direction

and I see it, retribution will be immediate,

unkind, out of all proportion,

there will in fact be hell to pay

just like any other parent,

...