[color=white]One cloudy day in the streets of Harlem, Tyrone was hanging out on the porch drinking forty ounces, listening to the old ghetto blaster, when a bolt of lightning hit the dudes beat box. The cassette inside began to play backwards until time reset and there was nothing left but a white void of emptiness. There he met his maker and begged for forgiveness; to atone for his sins and live a simple life once more. God gave him the opportunity to repent and start anew, but not as Tyrone requested. He was sent into another world, bearing all his scars from his old life. These scars now glowed with magic, revealing his new found powers of God .He became a White mage, purifying bitch ass niggas with the light in his purple drank colored robe and wizard hat. Don't call him white, though. [/color]