Dr. Lewis Steven Michael IV Esq. has been the head of The Ronald Regan Academy for 43 years. There’s a rich headmaster history found in his family. Lewis Steven Michael III was head of the CIA for 10 years. Lewis Steven Michael Jr. made his millions while in charge of the Loose Whip which just happened to be the largest underground bootlegging burlesque house this side of Chesapeake Bay. The originator and OG of the family Lewis Steven Michael was a slave master and owned a big ass plantation.

Dr. Michael Esq. was quite surprised to see one of his students alone in the airport.

“Mr. Raymond what business do you have traipsing around this airport looking as dismal as you do.”

Thurston, usually the punk of the crew was feeling a bit different this time around. Being dressed in his traditional Regan Academy hip hop garb gave Thurston a newfound sense of bravado.

With an intense ice grill on his face and in his mouth Thurston sternly responded, “Yo what’s really goodie master? Don’t hate on my trap star lifestyle. I bet you don’t even know what that means. New York has my name written all over it, baby, and quite frankly there is nothing that you or anyone else can do to stop me.”

Stop you? I shall do no such a thing. Raymond allow me to reintroduce you to yourself. Traveling to the Big Apple will solve nothing. Individuals of your ilk are part of a predetermined disposition. Boy you are no enigma. This tale has been told, quite a number of times for that matter. You were born into this status a fool; Fooled to believe that success was truly in your future and fooled to believe that you could be victorious in a game that was not and will never be meant for you to play.

Thurston’s strong demeanor slowly began to crumble as The Head Master continued.

Thurston Scott Raymond III is a fabricated figure. You aren’t real boy, you were created. It will be but so far along your travels before the proverbial shit hits the fan. And when that happens you shall be chewed up and regurgitated with ease and reappear as a frail and feeble substance if you are so lucky. Our dear lord knows how this began and the cosmos have by now correctly predicted your future. A loss is inevitable. It is in your genes so do not believe the so called hype. You are no different then rest of the colored boys that have walked through my doors. None of them survived Reagan and clearly you haven’t either. The definition is set. The picture is already being seen in history books. There is nothing that you can do.

So onward march. What more can I say? You seem happy therefore I shall not impede your forward progress; I shall only provide caution to the wind. Go forth and dream. But remember that dreams are distorted versions of the truth. And for you young man, the truth shall not set you free, rather it shall enslave. Enjoy your trip and do not ever return.

Now quite frustrated and bit confused, Thurston responds tightly, “Nigga you whack.”

The Head Master whipped out a sly smile and retorted. “Am I really the nigger? Now go along and fry some fish or rap or whatever it is you desire. I have a flight to catch boy.”

WHAT ARE YOU THOUGHTS ON THE HEADMASTER?

THURSTON WILL MEET A RAPPER ON THE PLANE. WHO SHOULD THAT RAPPER BE?

WHAT SHOULD THEY TALK ABOUT?