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.

Lets Get a Few Things Clear

What it look like good folk? I know what yall thinkin....Damn...two blogs in one week? I know I know. I have been very irregular with hitting yall but I had some stuff to get off my pectorals. And who better to share it with than my blog fam? So with that said, I'm not gonna keep yall too long. Lets get to it....Shall we?

Now, as all of you guys(and gals) that read this know, this blog is extremely personal. I can't say I say EVERYTHING on these chronicles. But I definitely air it out. And with all personal things I'm sure you all have your feelings about the things I say...and the things that I speak about on here. You're entitled to that. Just as I am entitled to blog the things I do. BUT....thats where that shit needs to stop. My life is my life. And until any of you people want to come live my life for me, I think it behooves you to keep any and all judgements about my situation to yourself. That is not to say that I am not open to advice or consultation on the things that I do or the things that I am going through. I am only 28 years old and I know that I don't know it all.

Another thing, I know the majority of my readers are women. And this is gonna sound extremely fucked up...but hey...thats what yall come here for right? I really am not putting too much stock in what any of you think or feel about my situation. Why? Because you can't understand what it is like to be on this side of the equation. I'm sure that those of you that have baby daddies have your very own unique and just as bothersome issues. But do NOT get it confused...its not even the same. Those of you that I know personally have your children. And to my knowledge you did not have to go one day without them. Splendid. But, aside from that, I would wager that never once have you had to put your feelings for your child and separate those feelings from the actions that you know you HAVE to make for your and their betterment. I respect everyones opinions...and appreciate any and all concerns that anyone has voiced to me. With that said, I need yall to know that I got this. And those of you that know me personally I know that with all this shit I'm dealing with I may seem like a roller coaster going off its tracks...and I admit that sometimes I am. But if you aint finna help me get it back on track and all you can offer is criticism for me being the person I am...well either you with me or you in the way...underdig?

I'm out.

Pimpin the System

What it look like good folk? Its that square boy Steez back at yall with these here chronicles. I got a few shots of tequila in my stomach, watchin the Steelers(Pittsburgh in the house!!!!!!) losing against the Ravens right now. I got faith in the Steel City, we aint finna lose to no heroin addicted football team....are we? What else has been going on? Not much that I can think of...outside of what I'ma talk about in this blog? So lets get to it....shall we?

I'm all for pimpin the system. If "the man" is gonna give free shit, I'ma take it. He has taken enough from me...time for some get back, right? But I have to ask, if everything you get is free, can you complain about the shit you do or don't have? I say that because Bitch Treachery is on pretty much every form of public assistance you can imagine. Food Stamps? Check. Subsidy Check. I know for a fact the bitch has applied for SSI on the oldest two kids(they both have sickle cell) AND on top of that she has also applied for public housing. Thats right folk. The Projects. PJ's. 'Jects. This broad committed 5 years of her life to higher education...and is aspiring to live in a housing project. Well, I guess since the projects are cute little town homes now...and they aren't called "projects" they are "income contingent housing" it aint all that bad huh? LOL

So take all of that then compound it with the fact that, according to her, I am not fulfilling my financial end of the bargain as it pertains to taking care of the kids. And, to be fair, I'm probably not. Since I've left I haven't bought the kids anything. Well until yesterday. I bought my oldest daughter some school uniforms and my son some shoes. That is not enough considering that I've been there every day of their lives. But hey...thats what she said they needed.

I say that because I asked her what the kids need. The aformentioned clothing and shoes was her response. After I buy those items she tells me that I am "responsible for the care of the children. And a pair of shoes does not suffice". Get the fuck out of here. Seriously. This bitch hasn't bought uniform one for any of the kids until THIS year. SideNote: my oldest daughter is in the second grade. But my question is how can a person who contributes NOTHING to society can be picky about ANYTHING? Peep the flavor neighbor....in a roundabout way I am paying for your food, the kids schooling and before that I kept a roof over your funky ass head.

The irony is...she recieves all of this assistance be cause she lied. She stated that she wasn't married. Bing...$700 of food stamps. Bam...$5 copays for subsidize ecucation for our kids. But now that I've left...lol...she wants us to be married? Aint that a bitch? So now the broad is looking for a "Roop". At the same time realizing she needs "the man" to care for her kids. So when its all said and done...she comes running to me...and as fucked up as it seems...I can't help her. Because she makes NO money...instead of me buying the kids what they need...she wants me to put money in her hand. No dice. I can't do it.

So for all you chicks pimping the system...remember a pimp usually has several hoes. Several sources of income. If "the man" is all you have...then you might as well throw in the towel...because you lost at life. Step your hustle game up and stop begging for shit...feel me?

I'm out.

Baby Mama Syndrome

What it look like good folk? Its me...Steez...doin how I do...givin yall some of these chronicles. Lightning has delayed the Ravens vs Jets game. So I figured I would put this joint down for yall. Summer is pretty much over...days are warm...nights are becoming more and more frigid here on the east coast. In particular here in the city of brotherly thugs...oops I mean LOVE. Not much swingin personally or in the news that I can think of. Everyone has football fever...myself included. So lets get to these here chronicles....shall we?

As I said above fall is upon us. The sun is setting earlier. Kids are back in school. And with that you must be aware of certain infections...viruses...and ailments. Flu...common cold....swine flu...re vitaligo....you name it...you need to watch out for it. But I was looking at recent reports about boxer Floyd Mayweather Jr. and a situation with his baby mama that let me know that there is another pandemic looming. Baby Mama Syndrome. Family it is spreading fast and is as deadly as anything you've ever seen. This post is more for the ladies to help them identify the symptoms. So....walk with me

Symptoms
1. Treachery. Flat out. Treachery is the easiest symptom to identify. This form of treachery is identified by the inherent need to do something distructive to the father of your children. Most importantly it is your willingness to perform said act of treachery even if it is to your own detriment. Take the aforementioned Mayweather situation. Now...the initial reports was that Floyd whooped her ass. Because he came to the house and it was dirty...an altercation ensued and he supposedly put heavy hands on her. If this is the case..Floyd deserves whatever punishment he gets. BUT then the story changed...and Floyd was eventually arrested for grand theft larceny. In the heat of the argument he supposedly stole her iPhone. Now, an iPhone is what 400 bucks? Floyd makes over 20 million a fight. Is sending this man to jail worth losing the security he is providing for you and your child by being free? Bitch got an ACUTE case of baby mama syndrome.

2. Lazyness. Now this one is a given. Being that the difference between a mother and a baby mama is lazyness...or lack thereof. If you've gone to college then popped out some kids...and the best thing you can think to do is apply for public assistance...not out of necessity...but out of sheer lazyness and being unwilling to do whatever needs to be dont to care for your child...whether the man is around or not. You may want to seek help...cause it sounds like you have a bad case of Baby Mama Syndrome

3. Failure. Now this one is more complicated. Because in failure I don't mean just fucking up. But if you have kids...and you aint shit. You don't have a good job(or no job at all), can't pay your bills, can't provide an adequate life for you OR your children...and you can't rightfully blame that on the economy, illness, or lazyness. No, your only excuse is you can't do productive shit because you have the kids...you have Baby Mama Syndrome. I point to Bitch Treachery with this one. Now this broad has attended college and unlike many of us other young blacks. GRADUATED. But somehow she works a job that is reserved for teens that just left highschool. Her excuse is that the school that she works at is the school where our daughter goes(and now our oldest son). So its "easier" and "more convenient". Ignoring the fact that if she lived up to any potential or expectation she would have all the resources i.e. car, money etc. to make any other arrangement just as convenient.

I urge you guys to keep an eye out for these symptoms...and if you can think of more..please feel free to leave them for us to read. Also if you can think of any remedies that do not entail swift slaps or punches to the mouth...feel free to share those as well. LOL.

I'm out....

Barnacle B!tches/N!ggas

What it look like good folk? Its that maniacal square back with these chronicles. Miss me? I'm sure yall did...well I hope yall did. So whats been crackin...Man I was just watchin sportcenter and some dumb nigga that plays for the Dolphins lost a 50,000 dollar diamond earring at practice...it fell out on the field and they can't find it...peep the niggas spent like an hour raking the field after practice trying to find it...LOL. I'm sure one of them rookies thats finna get cut picked that bitch up and is gonna sell it and get his mama out the hood...well not completely out...but out of the shithole she's in now...lol. "They shoulda never gave you niggas MONEY!!!!"(c) Dave Chapelle as Rick James. Um what else..Damn...T.I. done got arrested again. What the fuck Clifford? Drugs...honestly I think that was Tiny drugs...but the nigga prolly gonna go down this time...just got out the bing...and to my knowledge he doesn't have info on another murder to save him this time. Damn....Ah well he's rich and we aint...so since Philly is trying to charge us to blog...I should get on with the chronicles....shall we....

As you read above...and I referenced in the picture this entry is about Barnacle Bitches/Niggas. Now to fully understand what I'm talking about I guess I should give a crude definition on what a barnacle is. A barnacle is an aquatic parasite that often sticks itself to other aquatic wildlife...most notable whales. And they will also attach themselves to the hulls of ships in the ocean. They are not dangerous or detrimental to whichever host they choose. Mostly they are just ugly. In some instances if enough barnacles attach themselves to the hull of a ship they can effect the speed of the vessel and the fuel requirements. Fucked up right? Thats why a lot of ships that are out at sea for long periods of time have someone that will go down and scrape the barnacles off when the ship docks to refuel or whatever.....okay class dismissed

So I know you're thinking....where is this square ass dude going with the Bill Nye bullshit. Simple. Ask yourself have you or someone you know been effected by this kind of person in real life? A muhfucka that is just THERE. They don't enhance shit they touch. Nor do they really take away from it. I'm sure you have. I know I have....and I know yall know her name. *Pauses while audience whispers Bitch Treachery to themselves*. Yeah. Walk with me. As I told yall I moved out of the house...and she knew I was leaving...knowing she can't afford to pay the rent to live there. So today she asked me about some things about picking our son up from daycare. I asked how she was going to get him from me(as she doesn't know my current residence). She said "you can just drop him off" I was like "where?" ....to which she replied "at the house" Now...as I said...she knew I was leaving...in actuality as I told you guys she brought it up to me before I brought it up to her. In any event when I responded with the "well you can't afford to stay there and I told the landlord I was leaving so she thought you were too" she lost it...got on some shit about me not providing for the kids. Family I've been sleeping on a hot ass couch for the majority of this heat wave Philly summer. All the while paying rent for her barnacle ass to sit up on the bed I paid for, in the air conditioned room. cooking meals..etc. How long was I supposed to do this? Oh did I mention barnacles will stay wherever they are until removed by force..thats why whales in the wild are usually covered with them...who is gonna get them off? Fuck her and the whale she rode in on...she can go stay with her mom...who is another more crafty barnacle bitch.

Recently I've been told some stories by a friend of mine...who we'll call...Alfred. About a particular barnacle bitch/nigga in their life. This particular barnacle doesn't even know they are a barnacle. Which is fucked up because they don't know how unsightly and unwanted they really are. The thing about barnacles is that as I said...they are harmless. So you have people that will just "let them be". But why let a muhfucka slow you down or have you going out of your way to refuel when you shouldn't have to. People and friends should not be unwanted or unsightly. And they should never be a burden. So if you got someone in your life like that..scrape that bitch off the next time you dock. They are just making you more and more ugly.

Lastly, in dealing with barnacle bitches/niggas. You need to know who and what you are. As I said...whales are pretty much defenseless. Half the time they don't even know the barnacle is there. And the other half they don't care. There is nothing wrong with being a whale. Live your life...but you bet not ask me to get a barnacle off your back...you good playa...that shit don't even look like a barnacle...pass it off as a mole. Now if you're a ship...you have shit to do. You need to look presentable and be unhindered at all time. scrape them off and keep it pushin under dig? And once you show that you are really serious about being barnacle free people around you will help scrape them off too. So ask yourself are you a barnacle or a ship?

Before I bounce I wanna give a shoutout to a new reader that let me know she dug these chronicles..so family welcome the homie Janice G to the table...Janice be careful everything is square here don't get stabbed with a corner....

I'm out....

Its On!!!

What it do folk? Its ya boy Steez. I'm back like I never left. As you can see from the title...it is officially on. Bitch Treachery is on her way out. She can't escape the icy cold hand of defeat. I have an appointment later so lets get straight to it....shall we?

I just got back from City Hall. I had to get a copy of our marriage license. Why? You may be asking. Simple. Later today, I have a meeting with my attorney. Divorce papers will be filed. And so begins what will be an epic journey to get Bitch Treachery out of my life. *Cues Max B "Movin On Out The Door"*. In the past couple weeks I have been slowly moving my shit out of our house. Note I said MY shit. I have left her and her things unscathed. When she figured it out, she it me with "oh you're sneaking your stuff out?". First off, to sneak, intels that there is some sort of fear involved. Which there is none. Secondly, how and why would I sneak MY things? That bitch need to go read Twilight another few times. Maybe Edward or Jacob(I don't know what team she is on) can help her figure it out. And one thing is for sure...that bitch aint Bella. LOL(why do I know these characters names?)

With all that said, I must admit that I am still bewildered by how far all of this shit has gone. I mean, this is a hell of a 7 year itch. I'm not saddened. I'm not hurt....I'm more or less confused. I always envisioned that if things went sour(which I knew was a possibility), I saw things being way more civil. But it is what it is. I gotta move on. Fuck her and feed her fish. I'm done being a safety net for a bungee jumping treacherous bitch. Feel me?

In the end, I'm very excited about what I am currently embarking on. I'm still young, and I feel as though a new horizon is upon me. I know its not gonna be easy. I need yall support...and of course I will keep yall abreast of the sit-chee-a-shun. LOL. I know, though, the shit with the kids is gonna be crazy. As, recently she seems to have convinced herself that SHE and SHE alone has been looking out for the best interestof the kids. And I guess enough off brand bitches have been cosigning it....shit...this bitch called me a deadbeat 2 days ago....LOL. So I will definitely need yall support with that. But fuck it...I've come too far to turn back now...I just hope that bitch knows what kind of fight I have in me.

I'm out.