Post by Rod Frazier on Jan 3, 2013 23:36:51 GMT -5
Roderick X sits in front of a laptop, fooling around with the Webcam as though he is about to record something.
He’s clean shaven, wearing nothing but a wife beater and a pair of wind pants. He sits in a room that shows some of his accomplishments. There are pictures of him bodyguarding various celebrities, playing football, beating Alyssa Ferro, and Winning the Tag Titles with Kyle Shane. He messes around with the laptop for a couple of more seconds and begins speaking.
So, yeah, I thought I’d try to get inta this kinda of videotapin’ my thoughts n shit, since I ain’t been around in a while. Today, I’m gone talk bout my brothas of the Nation of Islam.
In life, it’s easy to see how life’s a son of a bitch. Ya work yo goddamned ass off and then, BAM! Someone accuses you of doin’ some crazy shit that ain’t real. I went to bat fo them. They was gettin’ e’erythang from me. I thought I was representin’…not frontin’ at all. Then them mah fuckas acted like they was all right and I was all wrong.
Now, I ain’t gone go out and say that I was one hundred percent the best Moslem out there. But goddamned I tried by best. I mean, yeah, I had my issues in China. Them Chinese bitches was hot and I was drunk as hell, but ya know what, I went back and prayed to Allah fo fo’giveness. And cause my God is all fo’givin’ n shit, I’d like to thank that I was ‘xonerated fo what I done did.
And e’erytime the Nation decided they just wanted to get on to me, it always came back to that fuckin’ situation. And to tell ya the truth, when I was winnin’…when I was wrestlin’…when I was in the spotlight, they kinda looked ova that shit. Sorry ass, two-faced, talkin’ out the side of they mouths punks!
So, where am I goin’ wit’ this? Well, let me tell ya, the Nation done decided they was gone snub me. Yeah, ya heard it. I was told one time they did this shit to Ali when they wasn’t likin’ what he was doin’. Thought maybe he’d gotten to powaful fo the Nation. Now, of course I ain’t that powaful, but I am in a spot of influence, and they don’t like the kinda shit I’m doin’ so they decide they wanna take a break from me.
They’s one difference ‘tween me and Ali though. Ali always wanted to get back and then he gave them mah fuckas a second shot fo he got smart and became a Sufi. I ain’t show if I wanna see them mah fuckas again. I ain’t show if I wanna be a part of they group and follow they rules. I ain’t show if I wanna be a memba of the Nation again. So, when I eventually do come back and they suddenly wanna be my friend again, I might just give them niggas a wake-up call and say, “Fuck no, mah fuckas! Take yo shit and get the fuck out my face!” And if and when I do, Paul Frost may be jumpin’ fo joy. Ya know what I mean…
And I’m out…
Rod stops the computer from recording, stares blank at the screen, chuckles, and closes the laptop.
Scene fade out.
He’s clean shaven, wearing nothing but a wife beater and a pair of wind pants. He sits in a room that shows some of his accomplishments. There are pictures of him bodyguarding various celebrities, playing football, beating Alyssa Ferro, and Winning the Tag Titles with Kyle Shane. He messes around with the laptop for a couple of more seconds and begins speaking.
So, yeah, I thought I’d try to get inta this kinda of videotapin’ my thoughts n shit, since I ain’t been around in a while. Today, I’m gone talk bout my brothas of the Nation of Islam.
In life, it’s easy to see how life’s a son of a bitch. Ya work yo goddamned ass off and then, BAM! Someone accuses you of doin’ some crazy shit that ain’t real. I went to bat fo them. They was gettin’ e’erythang from me. I thought I was representin’…not frontin’ at all. Then them mah fuckas acted like they was all right and I was all wrong.
Now, I ain’t gone go out and say that I was one hundred percent the best Moslem out there. But goddamned I tried by best. I mean, yeah, I had my issues in China. Them Chinese bitches was hot and I was drunk as hell, but ya know what, I went back and prayed to Allah fo fo’giveness. And cause my God is all fo’givin’ n shit, I’d like to thank that I was ‘xonerated fo what I done did.
And e’erytime the Nation decided they just wanted to get on to me, it always came back to that fuckin’ situation. And to tell ya the truth, when I was winnin’…when I was wrestlin’…when I was in the spotlight, they kinda looked ova that shit. Sorry ass, two-faced, talkin’ out the side of they mouths punks!
So, where am I goin’ wit’ this? Well, let me tell ya, the Nation done decided they was gone snub me. Yeah, ya heard it. I was told one time they did this shit to Ali when they wasn’t likin’ what he was doin’. Thought maybe he’d gotten to powaful fo the Nation. Now, of course I ain’t that powaful, but I am in a spot of influence, and they don’t like the kinda shit I’m doin’ so they decide they wanna take a break from me.
They’s one difference ‘tween me and Ali though. Ali always wanted to get back and then he gave them mah fuckas a second shot fo he got smart and became a Sufi. I ain’t show if I wanna see them mah fuckas again. I ain’t show if I wanna be a part of they group and follow they rules. I ain’t show if I wanna be a memba of the Nation again. So, when I eventually do come back and they suddenly wanna be my friend again, I might just give them niggas a wake-up call and say, “Fuck no, mah fuckas! Take yo shit and get the fuck out my face!” And if and when I do, Paul Frost may be jumpin’ fo joy. Ya know what I mean…
And I’m out…
Rod stops the computer from recording, stares blank at the screen, chuckles, and closes the laptop.
Scene fade out.