McKinney: Race(or that shot-up hair) sparked tiff with police

No, we are convinced it was that "somebody shot my braids with a shotgun hair!" Baby girl what IS it???? A man? Crack? Cynthia looks like she need to be sittin at the kitchen table on Friday night with a bottle of Crown Royal and a cigarette playin' solitaire with "I'm Catchin Hell" by Natalie Cole playin' on the "hi-fi"(shout out if you know what a hi-fi is). We here at the Shop weren't ever big fans of them Colonial Williamsburg Slave Actress braids either, but as my good friend A would say, "Good LAWD! What 'the WORLD?" Cynthia stop by Under the Dryer dahlin....touch up is on us. Meanwhile, just to reminisce, here's the lyrics to that brown-liqour classic...Cynthia this goes out to you sweetie.: I'm Catchin' Hell by Natalie Cole Written by chuck jackson and marvin yancy Tonight, i, I just want to talk to the ladies, oh fellows you're cool but girls If you've got a good man, you'd better keep him, Oh I know you're saying right now, what does she know? Who is she to tell me about my situation?, well, I don't know your situation But whatever it is, you should try to stay together You know that big argument that you had the other night, remember? Well, today it's not nothing, just don't let him leave you honey Cause then you'll find out that it wasn't those real big things you loved about him It was the real small things, go on and laugh but it's true You know, things that you've seen a thousand times around the house But never paid any attention to, like helping with the groceries And helping in the yard and painting and repairing and huh, paying the bills But you know now, all I have is memories and regrets I could have given our love a chance to grow but no I had to challenge it and be heard (oh), let me tell you something That female liberation stuff, I don't know, sometimes I don't think it's worth it And I'm really feeling, feeling kind of bad y'all, I'm catching hell living here alone Hmm, I never realized, oh Lord, that you mean so much to me I'm catching hell living here alone, I want you to come back baby Come back cause here's where you belong, oh yeah If I could replay, if I could replay that whole scene again, oh well You know that I would never, never say it again, that our love, our love is at it's end And oh, you know that I would kind of ease on back, yes I would And let confusion pass on by, I took moves well, oh yeah Without one good reason why, I'm catching hell, catching hell Lord I'm living, living, living here alone, alone, lone, I didn't believe it could be You know all the pressure on me, all the time, oh, I'm catching hell, well, well Living here alone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, lone, to tell you the truth To tell you the truth I'm going out of my mind---, yeah, oh do you hear me tonight I don't have too (this is my story) much more to say except Somebody (hey, this is my song) told me that if you've got something That's good to you and you don't use it (sad, sad) you might lose it (sad, song) (song, so sad) so girls hold on to your good thing (oh), (you gotta hold on a little bit now) And don't let go, oh---do you hear me tonight, it's so sad living alone Living alone (hmm), hold on to your good thing, hold on, (well, well) oh yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah---oh, oh, oh, lordy, lordy do you know what it's like Catching hell, (somebody turn up the microphone, oh---), oh, no, no, no, no, no, no