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Yo, around 4 in the afternoon on May 3rd, one of my baby mamas hit my line goin' off, yellin’ 'bout how I need to bring the kid some formula and diapers. She been stayin’ at my spot over on Alta Street. So I pull up, right? Whole damn street look like a movie set—cop cars everywhere, blocked off tight. I had to park up on the side with the rest of the nosy folks just watchin’. I walk up to this deputy sittin' in his cruiser, hands up and all 'cause, yeah, I’m a Black man and I keep my piece on me, legit and registered, tucked in my jeans.
I start askin’ dude some questions, like when I can get back in my own damn apartment, if my car’s even accessible, or just what the hell’s goin’ on. He ain’t know nothin’. Straight useless. So I tell him, cool, lemme talk to someone who do know somethin’, a supervisor or whatever. He shut that down quick, just hit me with a "no" like I ain't even ask. So I stick around, watchin’, and all I see is a bunch of deputies chillin’ by the entrance, doin’ absolutely nothin’. Took pics too, just in case.
Look, I honestly don’t give a single fuck what’s goin’ down or who it’s happenin’ to, I’m just sick of my baby mama blowin’ up my phone every five minutes screamin’ for formula and diapers. All I’m askin’ is, why the hell can’t I get any info about my property? Why can’t nobody tell me when I’ma be able to access the spot I own? I pay taxes on that crib, pay property taxes, and I damn sure help pay the salaries of the same folks blockin’ me from gettin' inside. So what’s up? Y’all got any kinda plan for lettin folks know what’s goin’ on in the future? Or should I just start forwardin’ my baby mama’s crazy ass calls straight to y’all at the Sheriff’s and PD and let you deal with her?
Yo, around 4 in the afternoon on May 3rd, one of my baby mamas hit my line goin' off, yellin’ 'bout how I need to bring the kid some formula and diapers. She been stayin’ at my spot over on Alta Street. So I pull up, right? Whole damn street look like a movie set—cop cars everywhere, blocked off tight. I had to park up on the side with the rest of the nosy folks just watchin’. I walk up to this deputy sittin' in his cruiser, hands up and all 'cause, yeah, I’m a Black man and I keep my piece on me, legit and registered, tucked in my jeans.
I start askin’ dude some questions, like when I can get back in my own damn apartment, if my car’s even accessible, or just what the hell’s goin’ on. He ain’t know nothin’. Straight useless. So I tell him, cool, lemme talk to someone who do know somethin’, a supervisor or whatever. He shut that down quick, just hit me with a "no" like I ain't even ask. So I stick around, watchin’, and all I see is a bunch of deputies chillin’ by the entrance, doin’ absolutely nothin’. Took pics too, just in case.
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