A Funky Holy Week —

The son of man arrives to represent his peeps

the son of man was chillin’ in the cut when he was told
it was time to step. roll into the city to fulfill the word in
a rusted deuce & a quarter. y’all know that ride. classic
& classy. & his was rusted & unwashed. but yo, the son of
man cared little for such worthless material items. he just
needed some wheels to go tell “da man” he was tired of
how he was treating the people. the son of man didn’t
even know where the two-two-five had been acquired.
he just said to two of his homies — i needs some wheels
y’all. i’m goin’ into the city & tell the man once and for all
it is time to treat the people like family, it is time to recognize
the law that rules the world. the son of man’s homies ain’t
have much loot. they did they best. they got the best ride
they could find, then copped some blankets & put them
inside so it would look like a righteous, welcoming automobile.
they took it to leroy’s detailing shop & got it cleaned up
spanking new. put up some air fresherner all in the ride.
& when they brought the deuce & a quarter to the son of
man he was pleased. he smiled wide & real as if he had
reached that point in his life where everything had
fallen into place. the puzzle was coming together. & the
son of man drove into the city & had some beautiful music
playing on the radio. the two-two-five still had a radio…