BF: Joe, it started in Cochran, Georgia, when I was a little boy, about 4, 5 years old. The whites said, if you were black you were supposed to listen to B.B. King, and all that stuff. I'm no more than 5 years old, and I liked a hillbilly song, and I did—to mess with the whites—to piss 'em off. [Sings] I'm jerkin' my dick over you. I keep tellin' myself it ain't true, I jerked it so much [unintelligible] blue, jerkin' my dick over you. [Stops singing] The song was 'I'm Walking the Floor Over You.' I changed it, and they liked it, the thing, the whites. The blacks and the whites they're makin' about three or four dollars a day in the [unintelligible], and I'd go home with about two hundred dollars, and my grandmother, [Grandmother voice] "Where'd you get this from?" and I couldn't tell her, just looked at her, and she went to hit me, hard. The people seen me, "why you beatin' on junior? [Grandmother voice] "Because of all this money," and they're, "sure we gave it to him," [Grandmother voice] "Why?" I wish you wouldn't've told her why, and she said, [Grandmother voice] "you a disgrace to the black race, you should know more, you a disgrace to the human race, and you ain't no better than a blowfly." What the fuck is a blowfly? [unintelligible] I went outside to cry, and [unintelligible] she ain't never seen me cry, she seen me whupped and never cry. She said, "well junior, when comets struck the earth, and killed all the dinosaurs, and prehistoric animals," she said, "human life didn't come along, but blowflies came along and laid eggs in 'em, like that."