30's the new 20, I'm so hot still!

So, I was listening to Hov today, specifically "30 Something". It is a great premise for a song and it also adds to my disdain for niglets. Jay-Z said "I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch / ya'll from the era where snitching is the shit", a well stated point. These niglets don't have respect for the "G Code". Not to romanticize the street life or the hustle, but in the words of Charlie Murphy as Gusto in CB4, "I'm three generations deep in gangster-dom, three generations". A brief history of my lineage is needed at this point, my father was a hustler, my uncle, my aunt's husband (not a good one), my grandmother's husband and numerous other kin. As a youth, I observed the game and learned the parameters and rules of engagement. The eighties and early nineties had rules, those were the years of the "Ten Crack Commandments". But these "Timberland Hustlers", that do it to buy Air Force Ones, they don't live by the same rules. When did going to jail make you a good hustler, staying out of jail means your games on point. Why do these niglets respect the niggas that get shot, that means somebody got the drop on them (again, game not on point). Why are you walking up to me telling me you have weed for sale, learn the rules of supply and demand, the hypes come to you (what are you trying to get indicted?). I know that currently I am breaking one of the rules, "the game is to be sold, not told", but in the words of KRS-One, "you must learn". So if anybody reading this is trying to get their hustle on, respect the game and the game will respect you.

Peace, I mean WAR!

Rock 6:59

I worked retail for the holiday season to get a little extra scrilla, and I watch the niglets in my hood, and it disgusted me. Why is every little niglet dressing like Jim Jones and Lil Wayne? What's with the tight long sleeve tee's and long johns and the colorful oversized hoodies? What's the deal with the wallet chains with no money in the wallet? Ed Hardy is some of the ugliest clothing ever made! I couldn't even walk in the "urban" section. Akademiks (it's ironic that academics is a word linked to education and they can't even spell it right) is outrageous with their name written across the ass of the jeans. ENYCE ( is it pronounced "en-each-ee" or "n-y-c") has their name sprawled across their clothing also. Then you have Rocawear, Sean John, LRG, Coogi, etc, and they all look the same. Why would anybody want to be a billboard for any company is boggling to me (I say that even though all my shirts have a little polo player on them)? How do these niglets buy pants without knowing their waist size, they obviously don't know what a waist is, they can't where their pants on it (I sound like an old person). It just irks me to see these kids imitating these idiot rappers. At least imitate somebody with real deep pockets like Bill Gates, Warren Buffet, or the Walton family (read a magazine besides XXL or The Source niglets). Lil Wayne and Jim Jones will never be in Forbes (my dudes Hova and 50 were). When your favorite rappers talk about money, they are speaking about something they don't know about either. In the words of TLC, "don't go chasing waterfalls", that rapper you idolize isn't going to grab your hand when you're falling off the edge.

Peace, I mean WAR!

P.S.- Jay-Z lyric is needed to end this entry - "....Fortune Five, top five in the Forbes, you'll see / as you thumb through the Source, I read the Robb Report...."

Life is a movie, not living by rules!

I've been gone for a minute, but I'm back. I got a new zip code and a new front stoop, but I'm still Far Rockaway Rah Rah 'til I sit on a stoop up there in Jannah next to Isa and Musa. I have to postpone the coming of a Rock Diggie movement (moving is stressful). But I want everybody to be on the lookout for me and my folks doing some big things (Jay, it's time to W.I.N.). Like that dude Cavalier said on "Dionne" (second video on my profile), "Roll that shit up, it's the last stop on the 'Smoke Them Troubles Away Tour'...". That's how I'm feeling right now, I'm at that turning point in my life. Nas said on "Life's a Bitch", "..I'm twenty....one quarter of my life...". Well I'm twenty-five now (and I plan to live pass eighty, at least one hundred), I'm going to call that a quarter of my life. This is the second quarter of the game, I'm looking to get a good lead and push hard through the third quarter, so when I reach that fourth quarter I can put my feet up and ride the bench. I'm not going to say I wasted a quarter of my life, I had some good experiences. I'm going to say I'm just a couple of points behind the other team (whoever that is). I know some smart ass out there in my group of friends is going to say "that life is a game where you play against yourself, so at the end of the game you win anyway you play" (I call bullshit on that one). I'm going to play life like a game and at the end nobody will compare me to the New York Knicks. Like the title of this entry and Kanye and Jay-Z said, "Life is a movie", the opening credits have been viewed, you've met the main characters, now it's time for the real action (Big Bro, we going for Die Hard or Action Jackson stunts). When the roll the credits on my life, I want everybody to stand up and clap, like they at a white movie theatre (why do white folks do that anyway, the director and producers aren't present).

Peace, I mean WAR!

P.S.- Check out the soundtrack to the movie of my life also on my blog.

What do you believe in, Heaven or Hell!

I read the new Source magazine yesterday (sorry Big Bro, I relapsed), they had an article about the spread of the Bloods nationwide. I've realized that this is sad event. Let's think about this logically, niggas are killing each other over the color they wear nationwide. As I walk around New York City, I see these dirt-bomb niggas everywhere I go wearing dirty red and black hoodies (you can't afford more than one red hood). And most of these dudes are sad excuses for "gangstas". You can't do drive-bys without a car (get a job, get money, get a ride). Niglets walk up to me on the street and say "I got that haze", look niggas is looking to get indicted. There's no honor amongst thieves or rules of engagement anymore when it comes to criminals. When I was younger (the times of Decepticons, Lo-Lifes, Lost Boyz, and real NY gangs), there were rules and parameters. Niglets just throw a red flag in their back pocket and sell weed to by Timberlands. I have nothing against people living the illegal life, do what you have to in order to survive. But there's a lack of respect for the game, and I blame the rappers for that. When you have frauds portraying something they are not (Lil Wayne, Jim Jones, The Game, etc.), listeners are going to follow. Lil Wayne has been a rapper more than half of his life and not a gangster, like he claims. Jim Jones is not a gangster, and there are video's out there debunking the myth that he is a gangster. And The Game is one of the biggest frauds in the "rap world" today, he contradicts himself more than Nas. Listeners try to follow these fraudulent rappers, but the listeners don't look at the whole story. First of all, New York gangbangers, which OG gave you a pass to be in his gang (and there are no true O.G.'s in NY). Children, find a real person to idolize and build your life around, like Chris Gardner (word to Will Smith). In the words of Mobb Deep, "there's no such thing as a halfway crook". Stop trying to be somebody besides yourself, it's not "fly". If you don't have the paper to do it, don't cop bottles at the club and scream "ballin'". These entertainers are doing what they get paid to do, entertain. They are not gangbanging in their mansions, which you brought for them. They don't even go back to their hometowns, unless they need a quick boost to their "street rep". You dudes are killing yourselves and each other, while the rapper you follow is in the club with his security (they all have security, don't believe the hype).

On an ending note, shout out to my gang folks. b.G.C. (black Guerilla Cartel), Q.M.C. (Queens Murder Click), Q.U.S.C. (Q.U. Soldier Click), F.Y.F. Mafia (Fuck Ya Feelings), and W.I.N. (Witty Intelligent N.I.G.G.A.S.). And for your information, we don't bang, we make dollars (cause, if it don't make dollars, it don't make sense).

Peace, I mean WAR!

I Get's The Job Done!!!

I've realized that it's the idea of working that I hate, it's the bullshit that comes along with working in this capitalist society. It's the hierarchy of the business world. It's the indecisive management that you have to put up with. It's the idiotic regulations that employers come up with. Currently I'm working this little retail gig, it doesn't pay that well, but it's enjoyable and I don't feel like an idiot when I'm at work. My former jobs made me hate working. I was in the Air Force for four years. I loved the actually work I did, repairing airplanes, I hated everything that comes with being in the military. That "rank and file" bullshit was very fucking annoying. How can I actually respect a person that got to outrank me just because he spent four drunk years in college? My immediate officer studied English in college, fucking English, and he oversaw me repairing an airplane. I studied auto repair in high school, which is almost parallel to aircraft repair, and this dude studied English (how can you study English, that's a cop-out major). Another officer I met studied Latin and some other dead language in college, yet he oversaw a field he knew nothing about. I trained people that outranked me, this is because sucking up and hanging out with superiors leads to promotions (I hated most of my superiors, so why would I hang out with them). I got kicked out of the Air Force for misconduct, it's just that I rebel against stupid people outranking me, it's outrageous. Rank is achieved by being popular or becoming buddy-buddy with your superior, and that's below me. Anyway, my next gig was also in the federal government (did I mention I hate the feds, and I worked for them twice, what a damn shame). I worked for the Department of Homeland Security (what a waste of taxpayers money). We check people and their possessions for bombs and illegal items (and bottles of shampoo). It would seem like a good thing, but check all the statistics, no terrorists put bombs on American planes (the only bombs on American planes were put on by T.S.A., what a bunch of fuck-ups). These people assigned to protect America were stealing out of peoples bags, using hard drugs while on duty, and other acts that should be considered terrorism. This job is protecting America less than Border Patrol on the Mexican border (the terrorist all come from the northern border, Canada, Mexicans would never let terrorist ruin their entry into America). We worked crazy hours on busy days, not because we needed everybody on duty, but because the superiors spent all the money to hire more people on million dollar holiday parties. The suit wearer's in the offices were at ballrooms drinking up our raise and new funds to hire more people (that money came from you, the taxpayer). They kept telling us to act a certain way to keep passengers respecting T.S.A., but every week there was a new scandal in the news (nobody respects T.S.A., not even T.S.A.). So this November, I decided to quit this meaningless job and take a pay cut and sell retail. I get to wear a suit instead of green BDU's or an ugly uniform (the badges were fabric and sewn to the shirts, and they tried to tell us we were Federal Officers). I might not make as much as I did at my other jobs, but I feel better when I get dressed for work and I even though I'm not "protecting America" (by checking for bombs that are not there or fighting in a war against a word), I feel better about what I do. Also I'm training to join the FDNY (they really save lives). So for the first time I realized it's not the idea of work that I hate, it's the idiots that I worked for (federal jobs are under President Bush, the idiot and chief). Hopefully I can successfully build a way for me to work for myself in the next coming months, where I don't have to deal with having an idiot as a boss.

On a side note, most of my comrades from the Air Force have left the Air Force (must say something about the Air Force, or me and my friends). And T.S.A. loses 1.5 employees per day at Newark Airport where I worked. So it can't just be me, it has to be something wrong with these jobs.

Rockumentary : The Rasheed Fields Story Soundtrack

(because the soundtrack is usually better than the movie anyway)

Introduction: Comin' From Where I'm From - Anthony Hamilton

Opening Credits: The Life of a... (Gangsta) - Capone

Your Theme Song: You're Only A Customer - Jay-Z

Average Day: Queens - Pharoahe Monch

Friends: Thugz R Us - Noreaga

Theme Song for Best Friend: What U Lookin' 4 - Redman

Hanging Out: Mary Jane - Rick James

Partying with Friends: Get Up - Lost Boyz

Losing a Friend: Sometimes - Noreaga

Angry: You Gots To Chill - EPMD

Betrayed: Back Stabbers - The O' Jays

Missing Someone: Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

Flashback: Paid In Full - Eric B and Rakim

Happy Dance: Safety Dance - Men Without Hats

Romance: Lately- Stevie Wonder

Meeting Someone You Like: Come And Talk To Me - Jodeci

First Date: The Light - Pharoahe Monch

Love Scene: This Woman's Work - Maxwell

Breaking Up: Teenage Love - Slick Rick

Getting Back Together: Before I Let Go - Maze ft. Frankie Beverly

At a Dance: I Wanna be Your Man - Zapp And Roger Troutman

Later...: Nobody- Keith Sweat

Your Funeral: Heaven - Nas

The World Without You: A Change Is Gonna Come - Sam Cooke

Ending Credits: Full Of Smoke - Christion