When did I stop believin' in that bitch ass nigga Santa Claus? In truth, this sort of stupid ass question ain't important to me. However, if you were to ask me when I stopped believing that the old nigga wearing the red costume was Santa, then I can totally say: I have never believed in Santa, ever. I knew that the Santa who appeared at my preschool Christmas party was a fake nigga, and now that I think about it, every one of my homies had the same look of disbelief watching our teacher try to be Santa. Although I had never seen my bitch ass momma kissing Santa Claus, I was already wise enough to be suspicious about the existence of an old ass nigga who worked only on Christmas Eve.
But,it took me quite a bit longer to realize that the aliens, time-travelers, ghosts, monsters, espers and white niggas in those effects-filled 'good guys versus evil gangs' cartoons was fake too. No, wait, I probably did know, I just didn't want to say it. Deep inside my heart I
still wanted those bitches to suddenly appear. Compared to this boring ass, normal life of mine, the world of those flicks was much more exciting; I been wanted to live in that world too!
I wanted to be the one who saved the bitch kidnapped by aliens and imprisoned in a dome thing. I wanted to be the one who used my, street fighting and trusty .45 to fight
against the evil niggas from the future trying to change history for their own shit. I wanted to be
someone who could beat on white niggas and popo's with a single spell, battle against gangs or some other crazy ass niggas from evil organizations, and engage in shoot outs!