The Buckwheat Chronicles

Man, I guess ah'm really freaking out. This last week wuz really somethin'. My Mom sells MY `64, although she intially gave me da `64 . It needed repair. I gave up on da `64 cuz I couldn't fix it. It needed engine werk an' da transmission wuz smok'd! I told her I would move it. She gave it away ta someone, while without really doin' da paperwork on da `64, it wuz still registered in muh ma fuckin name an' uninsured. I fixed dis here probelm

Then later in da week muh ma fuckin MOM kicks me out o' her crib, though she drives me back ta muh ma fuckin place. I'm in muh ma fuckin pajamas, cause I'm trying ta wash gear dere. She kicks me out, cause she thinks I'm madness an' I gots uh gun( I don' admit it), But I'm mo' trippin' about her an' da company she'skeeping, dey may gots guns.

Then da "Coup de grace'. I'm going ta werk, earlier in da week. I see uh young nig, begging fo' spare change so he could catch da bus. I don' give him anythin', but later I catch up wiff him, an' decide ta offer him some advice.

"Get uh job, nigga!", "If ya need money why don' ya git uh job?" I asked him. He Said, "Cause I'm uh Felon".

Gee , great, I'm thinking. Its hard enough fo' young negroid peeps ta keep an' hold uh legitimate job, but if dey start getting branded as uh "Felon", nahh one iz going ta hire him. The kid couldn't gots been nahh mo' than 17.

I asked him, "Do ya wants ta be uh felon" fo' da rest o' yo' life?, He looked at me knowingly an' I walked away I guess. Its uh depressing probelm. If nahh one iz helping dis here kids, then later dis here kids become uh BIG probelm. I wanted ta jet dis here area, How can I really he`p? Why bother ta jet ta werk, why bother ta try ta he`p if da kids iz becoming felons at 16 years old. Would he be uh danger ta me?

This experience wuz topped off, when I wuz going ta da King Colt swapmeet,( On muh ma fuckin way ta work) ta git somethin' ta drink. A Older nig ( in his forties possibly), possibly homeless, an' uh beggar wanted ta jive ta me. I'm thinking, "if yo' uh beggar don' try ta jive ta me while I'm going ta da swapmeet!" After all dat beggar, although decent, tries ta make uh career out o' begging. I've seen him around alot

When I refused him, he got upset, an' cursed me by reciting poetry ta me. I'm thinking, Golly, why git mad at me, just git uh job or somethin' Negro! Dang, I can't even git uh soda.
be understanding dis negroid-american languag foo'