Wagwan. This is Fitzroy. Fitzroy Neal. You may have heard of me, I was the first and foremost black teacher to be hired at Holland Parke School.
That said I will probably be the only black teacher to be hired.
A lotta people ask me stupid fucking questions like, what’s it like to work for a racist and a homo, why does the school look like a hospital, how come so many teachers are leaving and you’re the only black teacher, do all of the finances really go on the headmasters office and does the deputy head do drag?
First off, if grand-master Hal was really a racist he wouldn’t have hired me as a teacher (even though he uses me as a foot slave once in a while). Second if he were gay, why would he be cumming all over my mum’s face every fortnight? It don’t make sense, you with me blud?
Despite me being a teacher, I don’t act any different to how I act on the streets, you understand. A school can be as hostile as the streets. My mentality is that no matter where you are, you are still facing the dangers of the streets. The general consensus is that teachers are all highly educated, middle class people but let me tell you that’s bullshit, I was raised on the streets and had to struggle hard to make it where I am. And now I’m living the ghetto dream baby!
Young people these days have no sense of respect. People here be acting like they’re gangsters whereas in reality they don’t know shit about beef. You see, when people are in a confined environment with no dangers from outside then they tend to develop a false sense of confidence and start acting like G’s. If someone here tried chucking it with me I’ll spark them straight of, you understand! That goes for teachers as well as students. Even students who are ‘fellow brothers in the struggle’ whatever the fuck that means.
The other day, at the end of my child-care NVQ level 2 class, a student had the audacity to remark on my teaching. ‘This class is shit man. Faggots can’t teach blud’. Rah, this means beef. A delivered a stunning blow.
A lyrical blow that is.
‘you know me nigga, I be trying to chill.
But now or then I have to run these nigga’s the drill.'
There comes a time in every nigga’s life when he face to face with that ol’ kill or be killed’.
And so, in the space of time that it takes to drop such a lyric, this guy made the transition from a so called gangster to a pussy. Naturally, he had to protect his reputation but all he could was to say ‘blud, what conversation you lyving’, whilst looking at the floor. I got haps, but I was actually relieved that he didn’t start a fight cos he would have exposed me for being a pussy as well.
Another time, another student barged me in a cubicle in the toilet, pretending it was an accident.
How the fuck can you accidentally barge someone in a confined space like that blud?! I squared up to this lad, trying desperately to disguise my absolute terror. ‘Yeh what, u chucking it blud?’ was his response. I thought about delivering another metaphorical blow in the hope that he would turn out to be a pussy.
‘Cos what you say is what you say,
say what you say how you say it whenever you saying it,
just remember how you said it when you were spraying it,
so who you playing with, huh?’
So what if I lash my lyrics, it doesn’t stop Ja Rule lashing Tupac’s shit. Bo I thought, this brers gonna piss himself.
He sparked me and I did apologized. So you may be wondering what my New Year’s message is.
Basically, 90 percent of the people out there are ordinary normal people. Of the remainders there are G’s and wannabe G’s. There are people who know about beef and those who know about bitch slapping.
If you’re a pussy, don’t be acting like a gangster cos you will eventually be exposed for the biatch you are, like I was. BO!