6ix Things - Part 1
Okay, so I clearly fell off the bloggin band wagon before I really had a chance to get rolling. Then I got the call from RD, letting me know that she gave me an assignment at the end of her most recent blog. So, since I’ve been tagged, I guess that means I gotta come out of “blog retirement”.
FIRST THING: Public Enemy vs. NWA – The evolution of my political consciousness started in my senior year of high school (1987). For the true hip hop heads, the late 80’s was the golden era of rap music. There was X-Clan, Brand Nubians, Poor Righteous Teachers and of course Public Enemy (YES, THE RHYTHM THE REBEL…). By my second year of college (1989) I was rockin’ Africa medallions, buttons with pictures of Farrakhan and big beads…….all at the same time. I was a walking “African Street Festival” (shout out to BKLYN). But during the transition from high school to college, there was a movement that I temporarily got swept up in. The movement was gangsta-ism, best personified by NWA.
Prior to the “evolution” I was running with cats that were small time dealers, looking for fights and holdin heat just in case the odds were against them. So, since I was with them, I had to roll or get rolled on. I never dealt drugs, just couldn’t bring myself to do it, but I had to get some heat. Having a Mossberg 12 gauge shot gun was like a rights of passage for the squad. The minute I turned 18 years old, I went straight to the gun shop. Needless to say, I obviously wasn’t trying to do too much dirt, because I bought it legally. But hey, couldn’t tell me nothing back then. Young and Stupid. How stupid you ask? Well, picture this, a mcdonalds, a trench coat and a shot gun. I wasn’t trying to rob the joint, just wondering if I could stand in line, holding the shotty in the coat and no one notice. Of course, the thought never crossed my mind that someone might notice….and then what. Fortunately for me, no one noticed and I could be a fool another day. On my 21st b-day, back to the gun shop. This time a berretta 9mm. you’d swear I had cats after me. But again, all that NWA gun play was influencing the crew and the city, so that’s what I felt like I needed to do. I am happy to say that I never had to pull either of them tools on any body. I came close and there were certainly times when I wish I would have either of them with me, but it was best that I did not. Fortunately, PE won over NWA and I was able to control that fake gangsta-ism energy and use it to organize my people in college.
SECOND THING The Gift and The Curse – After high school, I had the blessing/misfortune of meeting a woman who thought she was the BEST at “rockin’ the mic” (aka giving head). I must admit she was great and still holds a spot on my list of the top 2 greatest of all time mic rockers. Anyway, this woman, let’s call her “Pro” (short for professor), never tried to have sex with me, she just wanted to mic check. The best part, I didn’t have to do anything in return. Of course, I wasn’t complaining. We hung out for awhile, but at some point things faded. Then I met another sis, she and I started dating and that’s where the saga begins. The new woman refused to rock the mic….yes, I said refused. So, I’m looking her, looking at me, looking at her and I’m thinking….I wonder what the Pro is doing right now.
Well, it wasn’t long before I called the Pro up to get reacquainted. Remember she has never tried to have sex with me, she knows I have a woman, so I’m thinking I can cut a corner real quick, get a lil head and swing back to the house. Getting head ain’t really cheatin…..right? Well, on this particular visit, in addition to the usual, she decides she wants sex too. In my mind, that was going to far and since I had a woman, I couldn’t be doing all that (I know, go figure right). So, I explain this to her and start making my way to the door. Well, she reaches over, grabs a pistol out the drawer and tells me she’s going to walk me to my car. Of course, I’m like what the deal with the gat baby. She’s like, I want to make sure I’m safe. We get’s to my car and she tells me that if I try to leave, she’ll shoot my tires out. Did I mention I was in my mama’s car?!?!?!?!!? So, I’m like yeah right and proceeds to head to the drivers side of the car. She then cocks the heat. Mind you, its like midnight during the week, so its quite as hell. So, the sound of the bullet entering the chamber was crystal damn clear.
Okay, I gotta do some work. I’ll finish of the Second Thing and some of the other “Things” later.
Okay, so I clearly fell off the bloggin band wagon before I really had a chance to get rolling. Then I got the call from RD, letting me know that she gave me an assignment at the end of her most recent blog. So, since I’ve been tagged, I guess that means I gotta come out of “blog retirement”.
FIRST THING: Public Enemy vs. NWA – The evolution of my political consciousness started in my senior year of high school (1987). For the true hip hop heads, the late 80’s was the golden era of rap music. There was X-Clan, Brand Nubians, Poor Righteous Teachers and of course Public Enemy (YES, THE RHYTHM THE REBEL…). By my second year of college (1989) I was rockin’ Africa medallions, buttons with pictures of Farrakhan and big beads…….all at the same time. I was a walking “African Street Festival” (shout out to BKLYN). But during the transition from high school to college, there was a movement that I temporarily got swept up in. The movement was gangsta-ism, best personified by NWA.
Prior to the “evolution” I was running with cats that were small time dealers, looking for fights and holdin heat just in case the odds were against them. So, since I was with them, I had to roll or get rolled on. I never dealt drugs, just couldn’t bring myself to do it, but I had to get some heat. Having a Mossberg 12 gauge shot gun was like a rights of passage for the squad. The minute I turned 18 years old, I went straight to the gun shop. Needless to say, I obviously wasn’t trying to do too much dirt, because I bought it legally. But hey, couldn’t tell me nothing back then. Young and Stupid. How stupid you ask? Well, picture this, a mcdonalds, a trench coat and a shot gun. I wasn’t trying to rob the joint, just wondering if I could stand in line, holding the shotty in the coat and no one notice. Of course, the thought never crossed my mind that someone might notice….and then what. Fortunately for me, no one noticed and I could be a fool another day. On my 21st b-day, back to the gun shop. This time a berretta 9mm. you’d swear I had cats after me. But again, all that NWA gun play was influencing the crew and the city, so that’s what I felt like I needed to do. I am happy to say that I never had to pull either of them tools on any body. I came close and there were certainly times when I wish I would have either of them with me, but it was best that I did not. Fortunately, PE won over NWA and I was able to control that fake gangsta-ism energy and use it to organize my people in college.
SECOND THING The Gift and The Curse – After high school, I had the blessing/misfortune of meeting a woman who thought she was the BEST at “rockin’ the mic” (aka giving head). I must admit she was great and still holds a spot on my list of the top 2 greatest of all time mic rockers. Anyway, this woman, let’s call her “Pro” (short for professor), never tried to have sex with me, she just wanted to mic check. The best part, I didn’t have to do anything in return. Of course, I wasn’t complaining. We hung out for awhile, but at some point things faded. Then I met another sis, she and I started dating and that’s where the saga begins. The new woman refused to rock the mic….yes, I said refused. So, I’m looking her, looking at me, looking at her and I’m thinking….I wonder what the Pro is doing right now.
Well, it wasn’t long before I called the Pro up to get reacquainted. Remember she has never tried to have sex with me, she knows I have a woman, so I’m thinking I can cut a corner real quick, get a lil head and swing back to the house. Getting head ain’t really cheatin…..right? Well, on this particular visit, in addition to the usual, she decides she wants sex too. In my mind, that was going to far and since I had a woman, I couldn’t be doing all that (I know, go figure right). So, I explain this to her and start making my way to the door. Well, she reaches over, grabs a pistol out the drawer and tells me she’s going to walk me to my car. Of course, I’m like what the deal with the gat baby. She’s like, I want to make sure I’m safe. We get’s to my car and she tells me that if I try to leave, she’ll shoot my tires out. Did I mention I was in my mama’s car?!?!?!?!!? So, I’m like yeah right and proceeds to head to the drivers side of the car. She then cocks the heat. Mind you, its like midnight during the week, so its quite as hell. So, the sound of the bullet entering the chamber was crystal damn clear.
Okay, I gotta do some work. I’ll finish of the Second Thing and some of the other “Things” later.
posted by ndulu at 2:45 PM
4 Comments:
LOLOLOL jabari ndulu lololol neva fails... you ALWAYS keep a sis crackin up... i dun heard dis story a million times and CANT effin believe it lolololololol... oooo geesh....okay waitin for you to answer the rest!!!!
The first story was a new one for me. Why am I picturing Samuel L. Jackson in "Coming to America" when he rolls up in McDowell's resturant adn tries to rob the place in his trench coat with the rifle strapped to his side. Say it ain't so Big Bro...you should have told me about this one.
As for story #2...heard it before but it is still funny as hell. Honestly, I ain't mad at her...she been serving you for months with out requiring the same in return and then you can't even hook her up the one time she asks you too? How friggin selfish is that shyt? Yeah just had good reason to cock that gun...somebody needed to teach you a lesson LOL!!
I can't believe I am still up bloggin. We just got home for out "spot" but I can't sleep cause I want to know what I missed in cyberspace while I was a way...am I turning into a Blog Whore...Oh know!
NOT African Diaspora, aka Dap (for those School Days fans), aka Power to the People packing heat. Say it ain't so, say it ain't so. Ya think you know people. WOW Big Brotha I can't imagine it.
As for the other story, heard that on one before. All I know is your ass was probably scared as hell. LOL!!
angel, rd and bb, i didn't think i had shared the first story. the second had to be told, in order to tell the third. story #4 is coming, 5 & 6 are going to take a minute to get to.
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