Still a Slave

What it look like folk...its ya favorite square Steez back with a special edition of these here chronicles. I'm in a pretty weird place right now so I'm not gonna bullshit in the intro...so lets get down to the blog...shall we?!?!?!

So I just ran to the corner store...also known as a papi store, bodega depending on where you are and how ignant you feel like being concerning the ethnicity of the of the owner. So as I'm cashing out and as I pass my item to the girl behind the bulletproof plexiglass, a young black kid(probably 12 or so) sitting on a stool near the door says to me "do you have a quarter". To which I replied "no". Now I felt kinda fucked up as the lady handed me my change back(none of which was a quarter...but still). No sooner as I feel like a prick, I'm walking past the kid out the door and he says in a voice loud enough for me to hear but low enough that I'm the ONLY person that hears it "its JUST a quarter". WHAT?!?! Little nigga if its JUST a quarter, why don't you have one? If its JUST a quarter, why don't you stand up in them fuckin Polo boots you got...walk yo ass back home and ask your mother or whatever nigga she's laying up with for a quarter.

Now, you are probably looking at the title wondering what this has to do with slavery. In a sense...nothing. But in another...everything. When you think about a slave you think of a person that has nothing that is at the mercy of the people that do. As black people in America we are pretty much the only people that are STILL feeling the effects of the slavery that our ancestors were subjected to. But the cool thing about that, is thats why we are what we are today. Through perseverance we are the creators of an oft misused term "HUSTLE". Granted, this isn't our language and the origins of that word have nothing to do with us. The living example damn sure does though. Coming from something that wretched is what made us so beautiful.

Adversity is something that usually brings out the best in our people. A nigga couldn't get a job, so he started "hacking" or "jitney-ing" fuck it...its a legal way to do what the establishment wouldn't let him. So taking it back to the young kid in the corner store. I think back to being a kid. Here in Philly its about to be winter. Go get you a shovel and make it do what it do. Until then...wash cars...pump gas...help people with their groceries. ANYTHING but begging for some shit. We are larger than that. As black people in America we have been socialized to be everything BUT successful. And while I'm sure that there were always black panhandlers...you look at shit like the Harlem Renaissance...Black Wallstreet in Tulsa Oklahoma...The Hill District in Pittsburgh PA(STEEL CITY STAND UP). You see that our minds and spirits are not easily broken. Fast forward to right now...we got Oprah, Tyler Perry, and of course our President Obama. All people that came from the same bullshit or worse than what we have now...that were told the couldn't do something...so they grabbed their nuts and did it anyway. THAT is our true spirit. Fuck it...as a here in America black people should know better than to ask for anything from anybody. You aint BEEN getting it...cause if you were, then you wouldn't be asking for it now. Feel me?

Well thats it for right now...I had to get that off my chest, so lemme go eat some chicken...lol...no seriously...I'm having chicken for dinner.

I'm out.

How Did We Get Here?!?!?!

What it look like folk? Long time no blog. I know, I know, a few of yall have gotten on my ass about how long it took for me to get a blog up. Hey, what can I say? Not much has been going on in my arena. Maintaining. Lets see, is there anything I would like to get into before I spit this pattened square shit? Nah....so lets get on with it...Shall we?!?!?!

"Supposed to be Earth, aint worth the pussy that you sit on"(c) Nas. This is one of my favorite Nas lines. And also one of the most tragic. See, this line did not come from the recesses of his imagination. Nor did it come from his creative soul. That shit came from the heart. As I'm sure you can imagine it was penned in regards to the mother of his first child(I can't wait to hear what he has to say about Kelis).

Black love is one of the most beautiful things you will ever witness. Niggas hating one another is one of the move vile and petty things to ever manifest. I guess as extreme people everything we do is the ultimate or pinnacle of that particular thought, action or emotion. But DAMN!!!!! Of all the black people I know that have children only one has a working relationship with the other parent. Aint that a bitch? And Dig...the other parent isn't black. Now, I know a plethora of niggas involved in "don't fuck with me I won't fuck with you" parenting. And even more that deal with the "what kid?" kind of relationship. The question is...how did we get here?

I would wager a paycheck that the majority of the aformentioned relationships where classic fairytales in their inception. I know mine was. Us against the world type shit. But as time and maturity wear on...so does reality. YOU aint the person for ME. And vice versa. Yet in most instances we travel on. Women looking for that knight in shining armor(or Captain Save A Hoe) and dudes looking for a bitch to save...or a bitch to take care of us. Next thing you know a kid is involved and we looking at each other like "What The Fuck do we Do now?"

In contrast to most blogs I write...I don't have a cute little anectdote or solution to what I have discussed. Just a fair warning. I took the road and drove until the proverbial wheels fell of. Now I'm just a nigga on the side of the road walking...hoping the next gas station is close by. There is no reason to take certain journeys because it seems like you should. No two trips are the same...but every crash is...underdig?

I'm out.