First of all, I want to thank you for your kind words and prayers. I gotta talk to y'all for a minute. The funeral was a trip. His "new" family spent the whole day trying to outfamily his 3 boys. Shit was sad. They were really cool with us before, but at the funeral, they seemed like they were trying to justify their closeness. Shit was pathetic. I knew something was up when I asked my dad's wife was there a theme or color we should wear, and she said no. Then we get to the funeral, and they're all wearing blue & gold, like my pops in the casket. Okay. Before that, I told his wife I wanted to say a few words about my pops, and she told me that there would be a moment where everyone could have 3 minutes to talk. I told her, "Let me rephrase that. I'm gonna need more than 3 minutes. Figure it out." After I said that, she said she'd see what she could do.
After I got there, I see my name on the program, which let me know, they were planning on doing everything without including his 3 boys. Then, they made his 3 boys sit in the 2nd row and started giving these exaggerated speeches about them and my dad. The thing that got me was the guy that gave the eulogy started off with, "I didn't know Sam that well, but I do know he was a man of few words."
When he said that my little brother leaned in said, "Who the FUCK is he talking about?!" After that, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my speech. My brother looked at me and said, "Tony MF Rock is going to deliver that speech, huh?" Me:
My wife asked what he meant by that, and he told her that I was not going to say half of what I wrote down. He knew I was going to freestyle that speech. I figured that if that's the game they were going to play, I was going to suit up.
Basically, the gist of my speech was, "You will never be us! We are his 3 boys! We are the original X-Men, and you niggas are new mutants! We have his blood and DNA running through our bodies, and you will never have that. Suck it! We are his 3 boys that he bragged to y'all about. You ain't us, and you will never be us! People come up to us and say, 'You're Sam's boy!', and your kids will NEVER experience that!" When we showed up at his surprise cookout/birthday party last year, he cried when he saw us. He just thanked everyone else for showing up, and he spent the whole time sitting at our table. That should have showed them that his 3 boys are more important than them. I didn't say it like that, but I'm sure they figured out what I was saying the next day. After the funeral, my little brother said, "They know we're his sons, right? And they know what's getting ready to happen, right?" I told him, "I hope they do." My older brother's wife asked what was about to happen, and my older brother said, "They'll never fucking see us again."
I don't know why people get weird at funerals and weddings. It's like they go all out to prove they know the couple or the person in the casket. Shit is sad.
After I got there, I see my name on the program, which let me know, they were planning on doing everything without including his 3 boys. Then, they made his 3 boys sit in the 2nd row and started giving these exaggerated speeches about them and my dad. The thing that got me was the guy that gave the eulogy started off with, "I didn't know Sam that well, but I do know he was a man of few words."


Basically, the gist of my speech was, "You will never be us! We are his 3 boys! We are the original X-Men, and you niggas are new mutants! We have his blood and DNA running through our bodies, and you will never have that. Suck it! We are his 3 boys that he bragged to y'all about. You ain't us, and you will never be us! People come up to us and say, 'You're Sam's boy!', and your kids will NEVER experience that!" When we showed up at his surprise cookout/birthday party last year, he cried when he saw us. He just thanked everyone else for showing up, and he spent the whole time sitting at our table. That should have showed them that his 3 boys are more important than them. I didn't say it like that, but I'm sure they figured out what I was saying the next day. After the funeral, my little brother said, "They know we're his sons, right? And they know what's getting ready to happen, right?" I told him, "I hope they do." My older brother's wife asked what was about to happen, and my older brother said, "They'll never fucking see us again."
I don't know why people get weird at funerals and weddings. It's like they go all out to prove they know the couple or the person in the casket. Shit is sad.