EPISODE 42: FUCK OFF RAPPER-GUYS

15 Jul 2008

EPISODE 42: FUCK OFF RAPPER-GUYS I thought I was done writing these blogs for the week but I got this in my myspace inbox this morning and I HAVE TO respond (I copied and pasted the message so it’s here VERBATIM)…. YOUS A BITCH NIGGA U AINT N DA STREETZ QUIT FRONTIN RITIN BLOGS LYK U HARD N SHIT 4 REAL I B GETTN DOE DA REAL WAY COME C ME NETIME FAGOT….. It goes on like that for about another 2-3 sentences but I’m gonna cut it short there cuz I felt like I was getting dumber by the second just reading that shit. I get hate mail from myspace gangsters here and there which doesn’t usually bother me BUT for some reason this morning this particular dude really set me off. First off…. 28 grams in an ounce 16 ounces in a pound 2.2 pounds in a kilogram Read that again you lil homo (he made a reference to pushing “weight” later on in the message but his math was waaayyyy off). Unlike you I actually have been in the street. Is it because I’m intelligent that you automatically assume I’m not “down” or something? Or is it because I’m a man and I’ve grown out of that bullshit? I’m ABSOLUTELY sure that you have lil to know experience in the ACTUAL streets and not the myspace “street”. I’ve been having this conversation a lot lately between a few different people and I’d like to share something with you. FEAR is nothing. When people FEAR you they learn to HATE you. When people FEAR you they wait for you to make a mistake and then they overthrow you. Look at Sadam Hussein, Idi Amin, George W. Bush, etc. That’s where FEAR leads to. Let me put this in words you can understand. You may (but probably may not) be in the street. I don’t fuckin know you but for the sake of writing this, I’m gonna assume that you’re a mid-low level drug dealer (just like I was growing up). When you go places people take notice cuz they FEAR you. When you wild out, nobody wants a part of it. Sure, it feels great for the time being but the path you’re on is leading you straight to prison or an early grave and no amount of money or street credibility is worth that DESPITE what rap music tells you. When you go to prison people forget that you even exist and when you’re dead it’s lights out. If you’re really a street dude then you can’t count on both hands how many times somebody you know (or you yourself) has gone into prison just to have NO kites (letters or phone calls) from your “homeboys” and only to find out that your “friend” has been fuckin YOUR girl while you were in (I’ve never had this experience cuz I have never been to prison). Now, I on the other hand, am RESPECTED. I’ve made MANY mistakes in my life but it’s because I have always been fair and honourable to my word that people RESPECT AND LOVE ME. I’ve done some terrible shit in my life but I have been forgiven because I acknowledge the mistakes that I’ve made and NEVER have I used my personal or financial situations as an excuse for my actions. And it’s for those reasons that I can return to the neighborhoods I roamed as a young man without EVER having to look over my shoulder. I haven’t touched a dime bag or anything related to drugs in over 2 years and that is something I’m PROUD OF. I’m one of the few that actually did it and lived to tell the stories of those who didn’t make it out. Who knows? In a few years I might be telling YOUR story if you don’t smarten up. I write blogs because I love to write and share the knowledge and wisdom I’ve acquired in my 25 years with the rest of the world. I’m a grown man (and not a grown ASS man) and I love life and artistic expression. I have a sense of humor because GOD has granted me the ability to smile every now and then. If the way I am is not “hip hop” or “street” enough for you then FUCK YOU AND THE “STREET” YOU CAME FROM. RESPECT is the key word here. FEAR=HATE, RESPECT=LOVE. Get it straight. I’m from the home of the original dope boys. The home of heroin, hoes and the best weed in the world. VANCITY, BITCH. Don’t believe me? Come see us anytime…. Oh, and learn how to spell or get spell/grammar check on your computer. I felt like I was reading a drunk text message from a 4 year old. PEACE…..