I miss my gangsta granny she used to fuss and threaten to f*** us up literally she would motivate us to get our sh** together and straighten our act up and wasn't playing with us one damn bit one time she cursed the preacher in the pulpit and didn't give a damn what God had to say about it she stood 5 feet nothing slept with a 357 magnum under the matress and a ax underneath her pillow she had her share of visiting the jailhouse and slapping the hell out of police she drank gin straight out the bottle I remember when she threw that ax at me it missed my head by a inch her aim was off because she was drunk it wasn't asult it was need be I thought it was funny I always laughed I never been so tickled in my life she always lit up my life half the time she did wrong to get me to do right I can hear her now telling me " don't let me f*** you up" damn I swear I wish she would