Davon shrugged, chuckled quietly to himself and puffed on his blunt. “She busy. She don’t got time for no daddy.”
The man sniffled like he was crying. What a fuckin’ pansy, Davon thought but ain’t say. He blew weed smoke in the man’s face. A man shouldn’t tear up over a female, not even his daughter. What kinda bullshit is that? If Davon had a daughter, he wouldn’t let her get gangbanged by niggas. Once she did though… ain’t no point in worrying about it. What’s done is done. Let her get on with her heroin and her played-out snatch. She won’t get less played-out over time.
From Omar the Muslim