SPANGE said
Destroy the NSM

  

SOME CONTEXT ABOUT THIS SONG.

Meanwhile, in an upper middle-class home, hidden within a gated community in well-to-do section of Wisconsin. A stay at home mom is making her final rounds of the night as her husband sleeps. She is exhausted because Tica Hernendez, her Puerto Rican maid, has called in sick for the day and could not perform her daily duties. Gladys is not used to such mundane, domesticated labor. Its beneath her. Even though Tica has never called in sick in the Ten years she’s worked at the residence, that does not negate the fact that Gladys was forced to order out dinner for her husband and only son, that was the last straw. Tica was reported to immigration despite her three children and prosthetic leg.

As Gladys finishes watching a how-to video on properly using a dryer from her tablet, she takes a single valume along with a sip of vodka and proudly starts the machine. How do people live like this, she thinks to herself. The prescription and alcohol combination take effect quickly. Soon Gladys is unable to balance upright as she climbs her Victorian staircase. She is forced to crawl the rest of the steps leading to the second story main hallway. Once on the second floor, she attempts to stand and once again falls back to her knees on the white carpeted surface. She looks up and sees her son Timmy’s bedroom door. Its decorated with red and blue gang rags along with a poster that says, “Snitches get stitches”. In desperate need of help she bangs on the door.

The muffled bass from within the room drowns her pleas for help. She knocks again, this time harder than the previous.

The door quickly opens revealing her forty seven year old son,Timmy. He is dressed in a traditional African robe as animal pornography plays on his laptop screen in the background. He begins a series of angry African verbal clicks towards his mother. “Timmy baby, I need help to my bed room. My mommy pills are too much tonight.”, she slurs. Timmy quickly kicks her in the face and reminds her, in English, he had his named changed to a traditional African tribe name. Spange. He then spits on her and calls her a white oppressor. 

Gladys is knocked unconscious by the swift blow to the face, falling down and rolling on to her side. One of her breast falls out of the blue silk robe she is wearing. Timmy lowers his oversized sunglasses and peers at it. He slowly takes inventory of the woman’s body from head to toe, noticing her white panties also peeking out from the silk robe.

In African class at the Y he was taught the only way to truly annihilate the white plague was to dilute it with African genes. He peers in each direction of his bed room door before he drags his unconscious mothers body inside of his room. Once inside he quickly locks the door and undresses her. “For Mandela, for the homeland!”, he shouts as he begins copulation with her.