Drunk By Myself...

What it look like folk? Its ya favorite square Steez. I ain't really up to shit. Its been a helluva day. Me and Butterbears reparations...oops I mean tax return came yesterday. Which meant we went to find her a car today. We searched pretty much all day before she fell in love with a silvery 2001 Mitsubishi Mirage. A nice first car for her, and a shitload better than my 1st vehicle. I'm so happy for her. After that it was time for some light shopping. We hit up Franklin Mills here in Philly. Bought the kids some clearance items from childrens place, some new shoes at kids foot locker. As for me you can see my score above. A bottle of Presidente Mexican brandy. Some tall cans of Bud Ice, and 3 games I've been wanting. Gears of War 2, Fallout 3, and Afro Samurai. The rest of the refund has been stacked so I can go to miami with my bro when he comes back from Iraq. Well folk, my buzz is coming on strong. I gotta get into these games. I will tell y'all how they are aiiiight? I'm out.

Oh, and if you live in the Philly area hit up the wine and spirits out Franklin Mills....that shit could easily be called Drunks R Us. Its fuckin huge in there.....

Tryna Make It In A Stupid World pt 2.5

As promised here is the other half of the business window that I posted yesterday. I will give you the history. Originally it just said Mices. Then someone saw that that was wrong and replaced it with Mouses. Then someone must have told them about the error then they put them both up with the caption in the middle. *SMH*

Tryna Make It In A Stupid World pt 2

Damn people......51th year though? How you make it that long being stupid? For those of y'all in Philly this dumb shit can be found off the corner of Kensington and Venango. LOL. Stay tuned the next edition of stupid shit is from the same business window.

Choose Wisely....

What it look like good folk? It is your main square Steez. Back again, welcoming y'all good people to another post of the 925 Chronicles. I just finished reading the paper, something I rarely do anymore. That shit is too depressing. Anywho, I read about some bullshit that popped off here in Philly yesterday, a 15 year old shot the shit out of a 12 year old(like 5 times I believe), get this, on some drug turf war shit. Broad daylight in front of the victims mother. Ain't that a bitch? Some real life The Wire shit goin on. Luckily the kid didn't die. Get this the cops want to arrest the shooter quickly, for fear that HE might get gunned down in retaliation. The fuck!!!!??? So this got me to thinking about choices. Mine, yours, everyones. So I wanted to put a little out there that can maybe help someone that has some choices to make. Shall we?

I'm putting this post up with my younger cousin Marcus in mind. Marcus is a good kid(he 21 and built like a pro wrestler but that's my baby cuzzin ya know?). He is smart as hell, articulate, got some money in his pocket, a decent job for someone his age, a nice car, his own spot, and right now seems on path to be the only one of the grandsons to graduate college. In short lil homie is doing his thing. I'm proud of him.
But as you all probably know, his mindset and "success" is causing a lot of undesirable females to jockey for his attention. At this point he is the only one without kids, a wife, or babymom. But all these chicks are on him. To that I say, LEAVE THEM BITCHES THE FUCK ALONE. Don't follow what I did, or my brother did, or HIS brother did. Get your education. Get your money. THEN chose whatever bad chick comes your way.

This isn't about shitting on hoodrats. Its about CHOICES and how choices you make, and even ones you don't can fuck you up. Take me. I love my family, but I can't help but look at my life as it is now and be somewhat disappointed. Now this ain't a cry for Steez party. I'm good. But I'm young, intelligent, passionate. I shouldn't be on some paycheck to paycheck shit. But my decisions put me here. Whether it was me slacking in school. I did well but still performed way below my potential. I fucked around with girls too much. That was another problem I should have been focusing on school and money. Now I don't have either. Dig?

In short you gotta do what works best four YOU. I didn't always see that. And I based a lot of choices on what other people wanted or expected. For instance I went to Pitt because my bullshit girlfriend at the time didn't want me to leave for Temple. So like a jackass I stayed, wwent to expensive ass Pitt until I could no longer afford it. Now here I am 8 years later living in Philly tryna figure out how to get into a school that accepted me in 2000. Dumb ass shit. I've touched on choices I made surrounding my marriage and children. While I don't regret them I acknowledge that they were extremely shortsighted. Those decisions severly handicapped my earning potential. I'm the kind of person that will find a way eventually. My mom compares me to Chris Gardner in the sense that I can talk my way into or out of anything and turn nothing into something. I'm not sure I agree but hey, that's mom. I say that because, if its true why couldn't I wait to start the life I have now. I honestly believe that without the handuffs that are the doomestic life, I would be fairly successful at SOMETHING now. I have many talents but no time or energy to exploit them. I reflect on that a lot these days. I gotta chalk that shit up though I guess. I'm gonna make it one of these days. Bet that.

In the end I guess what I want to say is, you have to look at the large picture. Where do you want to be? What is the best road to travel to get there. When I got married my mom and I argued a lot. She used to ask me "I know you will make it. But why do you have to take the hard road?" My answer was stupid. "Because you have to struggle to get anything worth having." That's bullshit. I can see that now. You have to work, grind, even sacrifice to get something worth having. You don't have to struggle. Struggle is a choice. I made the choice to struggle. If you're reading this and you are standing at that fork in the road, chose the path that is most beneficial to you. Thing they don't tell you, there is gold at the end of BOTH paths in most instances. The only difference is what you have to go through to get it.

I'm out.....

Am I Ready To Be God?

What it look like folk? Its the main square Steez back at ya with some more of the chronicles. I'm currently on the el(elevated subway for those of y'all that don't know) on my way to work. Its biting cold outside and still dark. I love it when its like this. The city is quiet for the most part, but there is still a buzz in the air. Ahhhhhh wintertime in the urban metropolis. Well as you can prolly tell, your main square is in a contemplative zone right now. Some shit I want to share with y'all, so let's get down to bidness shall we?

I want to preface this post by saying, I won't regularly discuss religion or politics on here. While many people that know me personally know I'm always up for a good discussion on those topics(some have even expressed disappointment that I don't go into that on here) this is just a stream of consciousness journal to me. Whatever is on my mind is what I go in on. I am not on some pseudo intellectual, mental masterbation shit. Dig? Aiiight where were we?....
So yeah, am I ready to be God? Family for the past few years I've been on the outside looking in of a faction(don't call them a religion they REALLY hate that) called The Nation of Gods and Earths, or the fivee percenters as most people know them(you know Wu Tang, Poor Righteous Teachers, Nas...sometimes lol). Anywho I've been studying 120(their body of written lessons that one must commit to memory to become a full fledged member of the group) for like 4 years. With my homie Tislam Magnetic(check him out @ scienceofmagnetic.blogspot.com) taking on the role of my enlightener or teacher. Now the premise is pretry straight forward, you attain 120, internalize 120, then LIVE 120. So why am I still "stuck"?

Anyone that knows me knows I have a pretty vicious memory(marijuana induced lapses notwithstanding). I recall committing entire chapters of certain college texts to memory. Texts stuffed with psychological and philosophical jargon. I did that in a matter of days, only HALF trying. So why is this simply written. Series ogf 120 questions and answers giving me such hell? Cause I want it to. Why do I want it to? That's what I'm trying to figure out. I agree with the premise and ideology of the nation and the lessons, which states that the black man is God. But is that something I'm ready to BE?

I have met a lot of Gods from the nation in my life. They were all 1 of 2 different kinds of people. 1) stupid muthafuckas that ONLY knew the lessons therfore the lessons were the beginning and end to them) or 2) pompous muthafuckas that overstated their own intelligence. Some were both. My man Tislam was different though he came from a bind angle that sparked me unlike anyone else before. So when he passed off the lessons it was on. Not to be a dick but he was one of the few people who's intellect I could really vibe with.

So here I am. Why though? I was thinking long and hard about if I should continue down this path. Though I know I will because it is something that I am in agreeance with. My thing is, what is God(oh shit I'm getting all existential on muthafuckas)? Nah but what I mean is, God has always been a premise that was defined FOR me and not BY me. And what I know or believe God to be sure as hell ain't what I want for myself. And a big part of being God is getting those around you to "bear witness" to the fact that you are God. Which in and of itself isn't a problem for me. But what if what I teach my wife and kids what God is, turns out to be the same kind of bullshit that was fed to me? Feel me. Once I say I'm God then I'm ultimately responsible for the universe...if I create a Katrina level disaster there isn't a George Bush to blame it on. Not that I'm interested in passing the blame, and not that I don't already assume responsibility for the goings on in my family. Its just a thought.

So there you have it folk. My dilemma. The sun is out, I'm currently on the R6 to Norristown. Its still cold as shit. I'm gonna put my head on this glass and think a little bit....or probably go to sleep. I'm out

Oh and if you want to read some 5% blogs my man Tislam has a boat load of them linked to his blog, and one of my follower(Serenity Divine) has a couple.

Can We Not Completely Ruin Our Kids?

What it look like folk? Its the internets favorite square back at ya with another edition of the Chronicles. Its been a pretty gloomy day in the city of brotherly thugs, but I'm feeling pretty good people. So let's get straight to bidness shall we?

So let's rewind to my anniversary date. We went to check out Friday the 13th. For those of you unfamiliar with the epic tale of Jason Voorhees lemme break it down. Friday the 13th is the story of a psychopath that murders teenagers in fantastically gory ways. Also, the movie is filled with said teenagers performing various sexual acts. Now these aforementioned acts used to be relatively tame. Some booby, some ass, the implication of sex followed by horrible death. Good stuff. So now we have the 2009 version of this film. As with everything else, the sex is WAY more graphic. One scene literally spans a 15 minute portion of the movie. I'm sure you're reading rthis like "what does this have to do with kids"? The answer is.....nothing. Or at least it shouldn't. Except that out of the maybe 30 people in the theatre on friday, at least 10 of them where under the required age of 18, and probably 5 under the age of 10. All sitting there with a glowing parent whispering "close your eyes" every 20 fuckin minutes.

Now, why would a parent make a decision to bring their child to this kind of movie? What does one have to possibly gain from this? I'm not going to say that this is the problem with the youth, because its not. Random violence, drug use, rampant drug abuse, and gratuitous sex have nothing to do with the problem with todays youth. Not at all. Stupid fuckin parents that allow their kids to be exposed to this kind of stuff purposely are. I know that kids today are exposed to these things more than any generation before. But that is not the cue to say "oh well. Son grab a beer and let's watch this Jake Steed flick". I also don't buy the argument that if you don't expose them to it, they will be curious and try to find out on their own. Bullshit. If that's the case, them dullards wouldn't have be telling them to cover their eyes.

I have four kids, and in the past six years I have had to miss some good movies because we didn't have a babysitter. What I am absolutely NOT gonna do is take my 6 year old to see the new Saw movie just because I can't miss it. Man bootlegs aree sold on every corner 'round here. I will catch whatever film I want soon enough. Just recently my kids got into my video games. Now, behind these games I have some of my porn hidden(think the clue mansion with the painting hiding the safe). Well when I come downstairs and see my games strewn about I lost it. In the middle of my tirade I see a huge black penis with the words "All Black Threesomes" sprawled across it. I was suddenly speechless, and thinking of all my other porn and hoping it was still intact. My secret video game/porn oasis is no more. Now, that set up was definitely more convinient for me. But I can't rightly have my kids getting into my BootyTalk just because I need a late night stroke session. Ya dig?

Basically what I'm saying is, kids aren't convinient. And when you have them its not about you anymore. We gotta do better with them. Your kid don't need to know about omar from the wire. Your daughter will be better off NOT listening to Plies(even the radio versio...wet wet?) Our kids have plenty of time to be grown. Now ain't that time though. Innocence is suddenly underrated. Let's bring it back? Aiiiight?

Marriage...The 925 Way(The Date)

What it look like folk? Its the main square Steez back at ya with a quick post. I'm fresh off my anniversary day date with the one and only Butterbear. I just wanted to share a bit of the experiene with y'all. So let's get to bidness shall we?

For starters we both left work early so we could squeeze everything in without being a burden to the kids godmother who was babysitting for us. After some frantic last minute running around buying gifts and paying some bills I went home to freshen up. After washing my ass, ironing my jeans and matching polo, arranging Butterbears gift, and spraying on some Burberry Touch it was time to go. Our first stop after dropping off the supplies for the kids was the movie theatre. We went to see Friday the 13th. I will give y'all a quick review. Basically the film is what one would expect from a slasher. If you liked the 80's slasher films like Friday the 13th, Nightmare on Elm St, Halloween etc. and/or you like shit like Saw and Hostel, you'll dig this. If you on some ol psychological thriller arthouse film shit you might as well save your money and do something else. We both thoroughly enjoyed the over the top violence, campy humor, and gory death scenes. I give it 3 stars out of 5.

Next we went to Carrabbas Italian Grille. We have been wanting to go to this restaurant for quite some time because of the mouth watering commercials that are always on TV. But lack of funds and opportunity hindered us. With that not an issue we travelled up I95 to or destination. When we got there we were greeted with a huge crowd and an hour wait. We took our little buzzy coaster thing to our car and opened our gifts. She surprised me with 2 pairs of pajama bottoms that I so badly needed, and a brand new deep fryer to replace the busted down one that I have. I gave her a game for her DS(Are You Smarter Than a 5th Grader), a book, and Avants new cd. After opening our treats we decided to finish the last half hour of our wait inside. Please believe we waited every one of the 70 mins the promised.

After being seated I ordered us both an Italian sangria tha they make on site. The drink was delicious. It started of really sweet and fruity but finished with a strong alcohol taste. Next were the appetizers. I ordered the calimari, she had shrimp scampi. I was hype about my calimari and dove in. Now, at this poit I had had 3 or for pieces of the complimentary bread dipped in herbs and olive oil. By the time the soup and salad we were both slowing down. But before we knew it the entrees were on the table. I ordered the Chicken Soerento(pictured above) and BB had chicken parmesean. My meal was delicious, a piece of grilled chicken breast topped with eggplant, cheese and marsala sauce(mmmm mmmmm bitch). Dinner was a success and not as expensive as I planned. Score!!!!!

So there you have it folk. A good night out with the lady I love what more can I as for?

Marriage...The 925 Way pt 2(Life With Butterbear)

What it look like folk? I'm right back as planned with some more of the Chronicles. Still on the eve of my anniversary I wanted to show some love for the woman I love more than anything in the world. So I'm gonna share some experiences that I will never forget. So let's get straight to it. Shall we?

Well, where do I start? I guess the beginning is the best place huh? I remember the first time I saw her, it was in the student lounge area at university of pittsburgh at greensburg, Bobcat Station(she still calls it Panther Paws). I was walking in as she was getting up to leave. Her peanut butter thickness and bronze skin caught my eyes immediately. Then I saw her big bright eyes as she pit on her black sheepskin shearling. I knew she was someone I wanted to know. But I was in some bullshit high school relationship.

A few weeks later I was back in the cafeteria, and it was PACKED with nowhere to sit I searched for a familiar face. I saw one of the females that was a guide for freshman during orientation(one of the few black faces) and JACKPOT she was with the girl I saw a few days earlier. I walk over and asked if I could sit down, and the woman that would be Butterbear said "no". So of course I sat down. upon finishing my food I was preparing to go back to my dorm, as I was a lowly freshman with no friends thus nothing to do. By this thime her friend had left and it was just her and I she suggested that I stay. I did, and we ended up talking until the cafeteria closed. I was hooked.

After many late nights on the phone, me leaving school, several monthly visits, me moving to Texas, then consequently moving up to Philly, it was time to get married. With little money and no support from anyone in our families anda brand new baby. We went to City Blue copped matching sweaters and headed to City Hall. I remember being so nervous that my voice was shaking when I said my vows. And shaking when I had to put the ring on. Thinking "this is forever" and being so happy. Then going to wendys for our meal afterwords(her brother paid....we were THAT broke y'all). LOL.

I'm gonna wrap this up. I'm sure y'all get the picture. But I just want to express how much I love her. How much I have learned from her. She is my inspiration, and the reason that I have become the man I am today. We have our bullshit that goes on(at times she makes me re think my stance on domestic violence) but that's my Butterbear for better or worse. I'm honored to have her. And as I tell her all the time.....Forever's gonna be so fun.

Marriage....The 925 Way.

What it look like folk? Its the kid Steez droppin through to give y'all some of these here chronicles. Today is the eve of a very special day in my square life. Tomorrow is my 6th wedding anniversary. So I figured I would go in on the topic of marriage in general, and give some insight into my relationship with the one and only Butterbear. So let's get to bidness, shall we?

When people find out that I'm married and my age(26) and how long I've been married, well, let's just say the reactions are funny. The one I get the most is a question. "How did you know you were ready to be married?" Back then I said some stupid shit like "I just knew" or " that's who I wanted to be with forever". In hindsight all that is bullshit. I DIDN'T know I was ready to be married, because I WASN'T ready to be married.
Now when I say that it has nothing to do with my feelings for my wife. But more to do with my mindset. I wasn't ready for what being married required. The concept of marriage was foreign to me. Probably as foreign as it is to a lot of you reading this. Growing up I can count on one hand the number of married couples I was around. And on 1 finger how many were good marriages. So what the fuck could I possibly know about being a husband? All I knew was I loved this girl, she was having my baby, and I wanted a family. Outside of that? I was clueless. So was she.

Honestly I think that applies to everyone on some level. We get married with our hearts, not our minds. Which is fine. But in my case, that shit created conflict. See, we got married young and against the wishes of our families(though mine was more vocal than hers). This breeded an us against the world mentality. Which I loved. If they ain't like it? Fuck 'em. That's how I felt. And that's how I THOUGHT she felt. Or maybe just how I wanted her to feel. Long story short I don't like my wifes mom. She doesn't like me either, but is more willing to pretend(I may talk about that another time). But when I moved to philly we stayed with her mom until we got on our feet. Dumb fuckin move on my part, I know. One I would never repeat even if it meant us not being married. It created a situation that exists, and plagues our marriage to this day.

Marriage is a beautiful thing when done right, and a bane when its not. Communication is the cornerstone. SAY WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN! If you feel like shit ain't right, say that. You aren't dating anymore and most likely have a lot more to lose than when you were just dating. All that "you should know what's wrong" miss me with that bullshit. Now also there is the component of non verbal communication. Sometimes conversation ain't neccessary. When you're married you have to know how to decipher that. Again this shit will lead to conflict, at least it did with me.

One thing that experts will say is important is honesty. I say bullshit. Why? Because 9 times out of 10 its a lie that got you married in the first place. Real rap....myself included. Like if you fakin like all you wanna do is cook dinner and fuck like Cherokee, then either come clean before the nigga marries you...or get good at bakin cakes and takin backshots. If you're lying then KEEP lying. It doesn't mean the love isn't real. See me? I was just too cool for school. I never got mad at anything. In fact whilwe we were dating my wife hated that I was so "indifferent". Now that we are married I flip out on some crazy shit at least twice a month. That's my fault though. She married the lie. I doubt she would have married me had she known I was so volatile. But that's the game we play right?

Lastly I'm gonna touch on momogamy. Please discuss this shit and what it means to YOU(not the movies or magazines) before you get hitched. Also let it be known what you need physically, mentally, and emotionally. If you don't how can you complain if you don't get it? I got caught out there myself a couple years ago. More on an emotional tip than physical. But you think that mattered to Butterbear? Smell me?

Aiiight there you have it folks a lil drop about how I view this insitution of marriage. I will be back later on...doin some high grade square shit payin homage to the woman I love. If you like that kind of stuff come back and embrace the square in you. If not? Fuck outta here!!!!!

I'm out

When Whoopin Ass Goes Wrong

What it look like folk. It's the square known as Steez, back with the 9-2-5 Chronicles. I just wanted to drop somethin right quick for y'all. So let's get straight to bidness, shall we.

As y'all out there know, Chris Brown done hauled off and whooped Rhiannas ass. I'm not gonna go in on that situation, as the story hasn't fully developed(shit about herpes, assault with a deadly weapon etc). But bottom line what we do know is the little nigga beat her ass and got locked up. But I do want to discuss whooping of ass in the domestic capacity. Before I start I wanna make it 100% clear that Steez does not practice or condone beating women(or men in some cases). But I also want people to know WHY an ass might get kicked and possibly how to avoid kicking ass, or having your ass kicked.

First thing first, respect. Show respect to receive it. Ladies you can't tell your man he's a faggot, spit in his face, or fuck his cousin and STILL be surprised when he unleashes a Kimbo Slice combination on you. Show your man some respect. If the nigga isn't respectable, then why are you with him. I JUST heard a woman at work arguing with her husband on the phone. When I say she called him a "stupid mother fucker" 8 times I'm probably not doing it justice. She hung up on him and he called back for more verbal abuse. Fuck that....her ass needed kicked when she got home. Or at least the fear of a possible ass kicking should have been somewhere to prevent that activity. Look I've been married for 6 years. I've never laid a hand on my wife. We've had some hellacious arguments. But there are certain lines that don't get crossed. It all comes back to respect. Also fellas, if you let shit slide to the point of the above example, you can't whoop ass hard enough to regain the respect you lost. It would be best to leave cause you're gonna kill the chick trying to beat her bad enough for her to respect you.

Next, this is for the fellas but also hinges on respect. Niggas, a chick ain't gonna respect you just cause you're a man. You have to carry yourself in a respectable way. Take that whole Rick Ross vs 50 cent shit. Now Rick Ross' baby mama ain't shit for jumpin on 50s side. And she deserves an ass kicking because of the situation she's putting her child in. But with that said, Rick Ross isn't taking care of his kid(allegedly). So that nigga is in no position to demand respect, therefore his ass whoopin privlages are revoked. If you ain't takin care of grown man business you can't take the stance that you deserve anything, nor can you take measures to receive those things. You'll find that the better you carry youreself, the less chicks will do shit that will make you want to kick ass.

Also and most importantly, keep you're fuckin hands to yourself. The best way to avoid an ass kickin is not starting the fight in the first place. For the females, I know its tempting to hit niggas because most likely he's not gonna hit you back. Thing about that is you don't know until you actually hit him. And surprise surprise right in ya eyes, its 2009 and the number of niggas willing to hit a broad under certain situations has skyrocketed. Niggas take a lot of proverbial beatings evereyday and in every walk of life. So, most of us aren't trying to take them at home too. Keep that in mind before you swing. And fuck it if you gonna get physical, avoid retribution, just Al Green a nigga.

Lastly, keep your fuckin cool. This goes for everyone. Women, sometimes you gotta let your man win. Don't beat a nigga down verbally over some bullshit. Especially if he's doing everything else he's supposed to do. I'm not saying be weak, but there is nothing wrong with submission. Also, I'm not saying that you should follow a stupid nigga cause you don't want to question him for fear he may lash out. Dig? Now fellas, y'all need to take your asses off your shoulders. Don't be afraid to take the advice and influence of your lady. You got her for a reason. Be the man you're supposed to be and everything will take care of itself. Bottom line folk, you can't force a muthafucka to be what you want them to be. Keep in mind that after an argument both paties should be able to walk away feeling good about themselves. Cut the bullshit out y'all....men if you gotta hit her then you don't need her. And women if he's hitting you, he's not the man that you need. Bounce quick. Ya heard?

I'm out.

They Shoulda Never Gave You Niggas Money!!!!!!!

What it look like folk? Its ya boy Steez back once again feelin lovely. The Steelers won the Super Bowl so I want to send a shout out to my hometown, I know them fools out there are goin crazy. I wish I could have been there to soak that in. But in the mean time in between time, I got some square bidness to address.....Shall we?

Once again it is tax season, and niggas are in a frenzy. As always these niggas seem to be in competion to see who can spend their returns the fastest, and the most foolishly, on some real life bootleg Brewsters Millions shit. I think the fucked up economy has cats even more crazy than usual, as money has been so tight for so long. Well I'm here to say, y'all niggas need to chill the fuck out with that shit. Where I work is like a microcosm of the black community. You got a little bit of everything, old church ladies, young borderline thug niggas, hoodrats, homos, regular cats etc. Every subdivision of black folk is thoroughly represented here. Well w2 came out last week, and as usual the amount of niggas mysteriously absent from work, only to return with a wealth of new shit has increased substantially.

I don't really have a problem with this, since its their money and they can do what they want. But this shit just makes niggas look bad, and we need to curb this activity. I know its hard and we as black people struggle more often than not. But niggas act like the struggle can be erased with a $3000 check and some fresh Prada sneaks. Fuck that. That's not to say you shouldn't do something nice for yourself. Nor, am I saying niggas need to be running to the investment firms learning about market shares and shit. That ain't fuckin reality. Bottom line you put money in a niggas hand, the nigga is gonna find a way to spend. Myself included. What I AM saying is in these rough times, make sure you take care of some business before treating yourself. I'm sure there ain't too many niggas reading this that don't have an unpaid bill, or some car work they can't afford SOMETHING. Let's knock some of that shit out before heading to the Louis store.

Black people in America have been conditioned to be consumers(check out Donnies song Big Black Buck off the colored section album) which is fucked up considering we are the poorest people in the country. But the o'fays in charge know that by throwing huge chunks of money at us, its a guarantee that we will give it right back because as the ol folks say we "ain't used to havin shit". My homie sent me some shit yesterday via email about that nigga Eddy Curry(basketball player for the NY Knicks) this nigga is asking for an advance on his contract money cause he broke. The fuck!?!? Mind you this nigga been in the league for the better part of 10 years. And of course has a fleet of foreign cars and obscene amounts of jewlery. But he's broke. I say good. Fuck that nigga don't give him a dime. More than likely he's from the hood, so that should have been motivation enough to curb his spending habits. Now, I know we all have vices(mine is video games) but god damn, why do niggas gotta be slaves to them?

Check out our entertainers, rappers in particular. Judging their wealth on shit that they accumulate. Peep, y'all know the shit that happened with John Travolta and is son dying? Well of course there were pictures of his house on the net, I liketa fell out when I saw this muthafucka had PLANES parked out front. PLANES!!!! Not bentleys, not phantoms but 3 million dollar planes. Niggas get off that low level shit. Spending every fuckin dollar as soon as you get that shit. Then wondering why you 30 with no place to live but a bunch of fly shit in your moms basement. Stop makin other muthafuckas rich. Do some nice shit for yourself and keep it movin.

Also, what's the logic in paying to get your return back faster. Don't you know you're paying to get what is rightfully yours? Damn! This shit kills me. Let's step it up family, I know we can. Quit letting these crackedy cracks tell us what we need. Feel me?

I'm out.....