Alright, Bruthas en Sistas of the Right on White Alliance—I feel your pain, I do. And I’m sorry for the abscess, but I was on the road advising in the battleground states of Memphis, Detroit, New Orleans and Oakland. As for that shiftless nigga they give my desk to, well, can you really expect some genius white boys to pick the right militant black for the job every time? Hell, you lucky they didn’t bring back that cооn, T. Spoone Slickens with his old-ass, Uncle Tom bullshit.

Be that as it lay, your OG man of the streets is back, looking for justice!

First, we got to get our own house in order.

There have been too many complaints against black-on-black crime. Well, excuse me nigga, but in some cases, it’s about time! A review is in order.

An old cооn, wearing a slave master shirt and talking about supporting Trump—that’s a traitor. Lay his ass out!

Joey sticking up old black ladies from the bushes? The government gives these women all the power over money and makes us bruthas they slaves—so, oh well, MeeMaw, call White Daddy, he’ll make it right.

The most painful for you young, working chumps—don’t you understand that working is a fool’s game, makes you a slave when you walk through the door! Kay, so last week, late at night, after he gets off work, Fool Tray-Z decides to stop in the 7-11 to get his eat on. When he comes outside he paid the price for not rolling deep, not being a member of the tribe—but thinking he’s the Ace of Spades in the Magnificent Seven, the Equalizer in the woodpile…

So, two hard-working Reparations Recovery Agents spot his dumb ass and teach him a lesson.

Goodbye knot roll of bills!

Goodbye cell phone!!

Goodbye hot pockets, one to feed each of those men—pepperoni even—thank you brutha. Now get the fuck home and remember that we appreciate your sacrifice and your patience for providing training so our Recovery Teams can stay sharp until Whitey pops his head up out of his hole. You know, it ain’t easy out here working the pinch when the guilty, privileged, elite won’t come out to give what is owed. So while Tray-Z thought he’d ride the coattails of justice and wait this purge out, while we paint right on white, think again nigga—if you ain’t with us, you got no call for justice!

-Justin, W. R. Justin, back in black!