R. Kelly gave himself several pats on the back in “My Story.” The video adds another dimension to the song, full of home video footage and inspirational black-and-white footage of fans flocking to the singer’s shows.
And some liberal amounts of poon tang.
Naked chicks aside, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit disappointed in the direction of this video (and song). Between Kellz and Tity Boi, the weirdness (or at least ratchet-ness) could have been off the walls. But, no. No girls wearing Eyes Wide Shut-masks, not even one got-damn midget. This could have been an incredible guilty pleasure song, but we got R. Kelly singing Auto-Tune and getting all inspired in Chicago. I demand a recount.