Monday Night Raw
The Hustle, Part 1
"If Plan A don't work, then we go with B, C and D."
My OG Kenny Maull
A hustle is defined in modern terms as any way that a person gets to the paper. Sure, the first thing you probably think when you hear or see the word hustle is the drug game. Crack is usually the hustle of choice because its comparative payday at each level (corner boy up to kingpin) is usually much greater than other drugs. It definitely moves faster than most of its competitors. But, thanks to corrupt public figures, it carries the most time when prosecuted as well. Sometimes, it seems like every damn body in the hood sells reefa (my old school term for weed). It was definitely my move 90% of the time (I got dirty on occasion and saw a lil bread from hard). But the tree is too bulky and its aromatics are beyond crazy, whether lit or inside a sealed, airtight bag. And like I mentioned earlier, your cousin, Auntie & grandma are currently moving work they copped from the same weight man you got yours from.
[So what you saying fat man?]
Fuck selling drugs. And before you ask, I'm saying what I say from a non-judgmental perspective. It has little to do with morality, more so with aforementioned consequence. For all you aspiring Supremes, Fat Cats, Boy Georges, and Marlo Stanfields, bear this in mind. Like my big bro A-Wax from VUU will tell you, hustling died around '93, for various reasons. Common sense should tell you that death isn't literal, rather a term denoting the end of an era. Law enforcement (universal) by then was well equipped with high powered weaponry to match that of street gangs and cartels. Established task forces with resources and allotted manpower by then were specifically dedicated to making kingpin reigns on the top short like leprechauns, whether big city hustler or country cool coke boy. Overly strict, mandated sentencing at both the state and federal levels completely crushed dreams with football numbers while Caucasian boys who moved the soft got a fraction of the time when convicted, even with comparative weight. Snitching grew to new heights and enough death from both aspects of the drug game (drug related violent homicide and overdose) made crack, its dealers and their doings collective Public Enemy #1. So they say. Last I checked, ain't one damn coca plant growing in my neighborhood, zip code, city, state, or country.
On that note, big ups to my niggas (and bitches) outchea getting to the money by any means. To all my niggas taking penitentiary chances errtime they walk out their front doors. To all my niggas who turned a few zips to a square as well as my niggas aspiring to see an eighth
of that same brick from 62s. I completely understand your position. Don't get it twisted. Man is free to judge you, but only God can divinely judge you. And we all should know that God don't like ugly, but he gotta love hungry. I just want you to know you have options. So what's the alternative? Tune into Part 2 next time. #115
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