‘ that ain’t what yo’ mama was askin’ me last night. ’ case in point. he rocks his chair back, head canted, smile slanting briefly into a grin of juvenile proportions. cut him some slack ; he’s having a good day. ‘ yo, look, the way i see it ? all this crime - fightin’ finesse i got goin’ for me’s just natural, you know, like — like instinct. ain’t never heard a lioness get asked how come she can hunt so good, right ? ‘cause it’s pure biology. y’ know what i’m sayin’ ? my skills are home - grown, make no mistake about it. ’

