That madness up top, of the accused pedophile R.Kelly, a 46-year-old grown ass man, holding what appears to be a damn-near naked teen girl no older than my high school freshman in his lap while he strums her like a violin, would be the cover of R. Kelly’s new album, Black Panties.
*insert image of Denene with the 1990 3rd Base-styled Gas Face here*
This momofocka right here?
This! Momofocka! Right! Here!
Why, Lord? Jesus? Jehovah? Yahweh? Rastafari? Ma’at? Just… why?
Why is an accused pedophile anywhere near a woman who looks like she’s young and nubile?
Why does R. Kelly have a recording deal that allows him to make albums with this foolishness on the cover?
Why does his foolishness continue to be played on Black radio, like peeing on little girls and videotaping it for posterity is aight with everybody?
Why is there still an audience of Black folks who’ll buy his music and bump it from their cars, like peeing on little girls and videotaping it for posterity is aight with everybody?
For God’s sake, why are there still women on the planet who would dress in nothing but a thong and hop up into this man’s lap and play themselves like this?
“Marry the P*ssy.” That’s the name of one of his songs. Why?
When are Negroes going to get some scruples and stop being hoodwinked, run amok and led astray by this accused pedophile just because he knows how to string together some provocative lyrics sung over a catchy beat?
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