#MNR: IF MY HOMIE CALLS

#MNR: IF MY HOMIE CALLS
 
“Born alone, die alone. No crew to keep my crown or throne.”
Nasir Jones
 
I’m deep by sound alone...
 
I lost my sister at birth. She was completely healthy, but the doctors botched the delivery. Therefore, I am an only child by default. I have a stepbrother; we aren’t close. We lived together during my high school era; he was a nuisance. He’s not a bad human, but he is an incessant mistruth teller. Me no like. The humans closest to being my blood brothers are my first cousins @iamdjgreen and Reggie, sons of Uncle Archie and Auntie Cynthia. I love both as brothers and spent extensive time with them at certain points in my life. I’ve been blessed with more than a few brothers from another mother. There’s my day one Nick Thomas from Bridgehampton, my bro Rahgie from the Hali, the NFL clique, the Rat Pack (including D. Peebles – my last shining star at VUU), The 210 Squad/4 Cornaz (RIP Chubby), CEO, Twin, Moats Jr., Murda, Milt and my brother Sean. I’ve lost at least 13 homies at last count, for diverse reasons. Quite a few were victims of gunplay. One was a domestic violence victim. One had health issues. One died on a bike. One had an unfortunate slip and fall. One took his own life. LONG LIVE ALL MY DEAD. I have several sisters from another mother whom I love dearly, most of whom date back to 1500 North Lombardy Street. Jon Jon is my heart. Some of the plutonic women in my life are from diverse jobs I’ve had. Karen Gianetti is my heart and foxhole partner. Murph is my dawg. KP is precious. I love my current work fam: my ace Ju and my classroom team Lynn and Joji. Man or woman, I’m genuine to them all. They. Are. My. Friends.
 
I don’t take or use the word friend lightly. If I consider you to be my friend, I love you. I’m down for you. I’m going to ride for you. I’ll never snake you. I’ll never kick your back in. I’ll never try to get with your old lady. I’ll never steal out of your wallet. I’ll never front on you. If I speak on your name without your presence, I’ve already told you to your face. All I ask is for the same in return. I think I deserve that much.
 
Perhaps I’m delusional. Maybe I’m not a good friend. Maybe everything I’ve said is a complete and utter lie. See, the thing is, I’m done pondering. If I’m not your friend, if I’m not shit to you, make it known. I’m good with all that. I can live with it. I have no choice.
 
Sike. FOH.
 
My love is eternal for my true friends. We’ve been through so much together. We continue to live and grow. I don’t want to underscore what you all mean to me. I love you all. I know you all love me. I know that our love is indelible. I am thankful for you all.
 
Next Monday is the annual Christmas blog. CEO and I will probably drop it a day or two early. I want to be in a good mood and head space when I write it. The Lord deserves that. Shareon loved the holidays; she deserves that. We’ll come back next week, slate clean. Here’s to last minute shopping. Spend time with your loved ones. They won’t be here forever.
 
I apologize to my faithful for the tone and brevity of this blog, but it’s the type of time I’m on tonight. It was either this or betraying my promise of delivering a fresh blog every Monday. I’m always going to keep my word. My word is my bond. My name is my name.
 
I still remember hearing Mr. Cheeks’ voice for the first time on “Straight From Da Ghetto.” It was the sincerity; it spoke to my soul. There was no bravado. There was no pretense. Just sincerity and pain. I’ll never forget that feeling. I felt like I knew all those folk he mentioned who were in the essence. That’s the tone in which I wrote this blog. One more time from the top...
 
tymonday.com: @tymonday on Twitter & IG
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#MNR: IF MY HOMIE CALLS
 
“Born alone, die alone. No crew to keep my crown or throne.”
Nasir Jones
 
I’m deep by sound alone...
 
I lost my sister at birth. She was completely healthy, but the doctors botched the delivery. Therefore, I am an only child by default. I have a stepbrother; we aren’t close. We lived together during my high school era; he was a nuisance. He’s not a bad human, but he is an incessant mistruth teller. Me no like. The humans closest to being my blood brothers are my first cousins @iamdjgreen and Reggie, sons of Uncle Archie and Auntie Cynthia. I love both as brothers and spent extensive time with them at certain points in my life. I’ve been blessed with more than a few brothers from another mother. There’s my day one Nick Thomas from Bridgehampton, my bro Rahgie from the Hali, the NFL clique, the Rat Pack (including D. Peebles – my last shining star at VUU), The 210 Squad/4 Cornaz (RIP Chubby), CEO, Twin, Moats Jr., Murda, Milt and my brother Sean. I’ve lost at least 13 homies at last count, for diverse reasons. Quite a few were victims of gunplay. One was a domestic violence victim. One had health issues. One died on a bike. One had an unfortunate slip and fall. One took his own life. LONG LIVE ALL MY DEAD. I have several sisters from another mother whom I love dearly, most of whom date back to 1500 North Lombardy Street. Jon Jon is my heart. Some of the plutonic women in my life are from diverse jobs I’ve had. Karen Gianetti is my heart and foxhole partner. Murph is my dawg. KP is precious. I love my current work fam: my ace Ju and my classroom team Lynn and Joji. Man or woman, I’m genuine to them all. They. Are. My. Friends.
 
I don’t take or use the word friend lightly. If I consider you to be my friend, I love you. I’m down for you. I’m going to ride for you. I’ll never snake you. I’ll never kick your back in. I’ll never try to get with your old lady. I’ll never steal out of your wallet. I’ll never front on you. If I speak on your name without your presence, I’ve already told you to your face. All I ask is for the same in return. I think I deserve that much.
 
Perhaps I’m delusional. Maybe I’m not a good friend. Maybe everything I’ve said is a complete and utter lie. See, the thing is, I’m done pondering. If I’m not your friend, if I’m not shit to you, make it known. I’m good with all that. I can live with it. I have no choice.
 
Sike. FOH.
 
My love is eternal for my true friends. We’ve been through so much together. We continue to live and grow. I don’t want to underscore what you all mean to me. I love you all. I know you all love me. I know that our love is indelible. I am thankful for you all.
 
Next Monday is the annual Christmas blog. CEO and I will probably drop it a day or two early. I want to be in a good mood and head space when I write it. The Lord deserves that. Shareon loved the holidays; she deserves that. We’ll come back next week, slate clean. Here’s to last minute shopping. Spend time with your loved ones. They won’t be here forever.
 
I apologize to my faithful for the tone and brevity of this blog, but it’s the type of time I’m on tonight. It was either this or betraying my promise of delivering a fresh blog every Monday. I’m always going to keep my word. My word is my bond. My name is my name.
 
I still remember hearing Mr. Cheeks’ voice for the first time on “Straight From Da Ghetto.” It was the sincerity; it spoke to my soul. There was no bravado. There was no pretense. Just sincerity and pain. I’ll never forget that feeling. I felt like I knew all those folk he mentioned who were in the essence. That’s the tone in which I wrote this blog. One more time from the top...
 
tymonday.com: @tymonday on Twitter & IG
crewunb.com: @crewunB on Twitter & @theunbearablescrew on IG