Tucked behind the warm smile of Jill Scott is a woman with a lot of memories of yesteryear to share. Some as sweet as a sun-ripened peach and others involving crackheads and Crisco, well, nah bruh.
Here’s a quick flick of Jill’s mom. Yeah, that crackhead didn’t stand a chance then and he probably wouldn’t fair that well now:
Jill Scott – Do You Remember (Live In Paris)