DISCLAIMER: THE VIEWS OF TYMONDAY ARE IN NO WAY TO BE PERCEIVED AS THOSE OF THE UNBEARABLES CREW. IT IS MEANT FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY, AND IS THE BLESSED FREEDOM OF THE FIREST AMENDMENT.
I had to do a first in my career as a blogger; I just censored, then revamped an entire blog that I was gonna send down the pike to the presses tonight. I had to. I was on my Jeezy dope boy talk. It wasn’t appropriate. I’m not trying to earn any tough guy points through black and white text. I had to remind myself that those who know, know. Those who don’t, don’t. If you were in it, you were in it. If you weren’t, you weren’t. Those of us who were really and truly in it can talk the lingo. If you weren’t, you’d have no idea. For instance, if I were to tell you good people that I have brought a G-pack of yola across the GWB from the X to the Wood on papi, could you dig it? Some of you could. Most of you wouldn’t (that’s #facts by the way, I’ve done that). But all of you, whether you were never in the game, moved a piece or two, or were full-fledged at one point or another can respect this. You get in the game because you had to, not because of the image or the thrills or just to get fresh. That makes you a MF retard in my eyes. You’re taking felony chances to look good in the eyes of insignificant people, get some type of rush, or to be the flyest nigga on the block? This makes absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever. You’re a complete fucking moron. Ain’t no glamor points in a felony. Anyone with one will school you quickly. Those of us who put in nuff work will testify to how blessed we were that we were spared that setback. Trust, there isn’t one MF incarcerated in any level of corrections that is proud of the fact that they’re doing time for hustling. That’s backwards. But what I hate, even worse than all I’ve already stated, is a privileged MF who decides to hustle for the thrills or perceived street credibility. You mean to tell me that you come from money, yet you feel the need to sell drugs? You’re telling me that you’ve had every opportunity to succeed placed in your lap, yet you choose to move work? You are an absolute moron. Where they do that at? I knew a rich kid I went to school with that used to move weight (green) whose father was a millionaire and man of heavy influence. I mean, I was happy that we could go to his luxury, high rise apartment and cop a half of some good when need be, but I used to wonder why in the world did he feel compelled to move work when his pops was a multimillionaire? I had much love for the homie, and I still do, but I just felt like he was trying to be something he wasn’t. Cuz truth be told, niggas I ran the streets with from Uptown Harlem and the X and kids I came through with in the Hali in Virginia woulda come through on a friendly visit and tied his ass up, took his work, took everything else they felt like taking, and went on about their business. He wasn’t built for any type of war. And it wasn’t like he coulda went to the PIGZ and made a complaint of being robbed for all his reefa. He woulda been ass out. Oh that’s right, he woulda just went back to being a rich kid. That’s what kills me. When the NYPD kicked my door in, I couldn’t go back to status quo shortly after. Shortly thereafter we lost the crib, and I lost damn near everything I grinded so hard for. But at the end of the day, I had options, via my education. But shit, I couldn’t find work and my ribs were touching. I did what I had to do. So I can relate to all the hustlers out there. I know how it feels to have not shit. It doesn’t matter that you went to school if you have no money or legitimate money opportunities. You can’t eat your degree. The only thing I urge any hustler to do is hustle with a purpose, something I didn’t do. I was content with taking care of the bills and my folk in my immediate circle, staying with a full belly and low eyes, and cab fare, and being the freshest nigga on the block (I got plenty chicken on Jesup Avenue in the X, ask about the Big Man). But I had no real stash; just about a band to work with when the walls literally caved in. Then I was homeless for a taste. But that’s the game. I’m always in favor of my hustling niggas as well as females; I lived the life you good hustling MFs are living. All I’m saying is grind smart. Stash whenever you can. Remember what Big Boi said, “Can’t always rely on feeding baby with that dope money, might not always be sufficient.” Stay safe, stay blessed, and stay paid. And oh yeah, the hustle isn’t always illegal. A hustle, by definition, is however you get your money. Legality has nothing to do with it. 100.
Send any love/hate mail to email@example.com. Follow me on the Twitter @tymonday, as well as my squad, @crewunB. Check out our site, theunbearables.com, where we have all types of fly apparel to choose from, as well as a direct link to my classic work of literature, 100 Blocks Stories. I told youse out there that we’d never be outworked. You have the pleasure of being witness to it. We’re up next. It’s our MF time.