My name is Robert Jebediah Freeman, and this is My Voice
If I had a voice, I would tell you
how I never wanted my devil, disrespectful grandsons to move down here with me.
Well...not initially...
I thought I was better off by myself, didn't need no one,
and I thought that the boys were better off in their hometown.
But when I went down to Chicago, to visit them that one time,
I realized that they had to get out.
My son, Deondre, and his wife, Stephanie, realized they couldn't handle the boys anymore.
The boys were comming home everyday with a new cut,
a few bruises,
cut lips,
bloodied noses,
and possibly a black eye each.
Huey acted like a grown smartass, talking back and making smart remarks every chance he got.
Riley acted like he own the place, not to mention that he was also a part of a gang.
They needed a better life than this.
These boys needed to get out of Urban Chicago immediately.
They could wound up in the hospital, or worse, die, if they stayed here anymore.
So, I stepped up to the plate, and agreed to take them under my wing.
My son and his wife were extremely grateful for my actions, and honestly, it was the best decision I made.
The boys didn't like it at first, but they soon warmed up, and now they hardly think of the life they had had home.
They call their parents on a daily basis, and visits them a couple of times a year.
And they've been an asset to me,
Especially when I bring home the psycopathic women that I date.
I'm very glad I made the choice to bring them down to live with me.
They've become a major part of my life, and I love them dearly.
But I must confess that I only have one fear now in my life.
My biggest fear is what will happen to Huey and Riley when it's time for me to cross over to the other side.