The Hustle, Pt. 2
Last go 'round, I spent some time discussing why the traditional hustle (drugs) isn't the answer nowadays. If you're not up to speed, take your delinquent ass back a week and get that lesson, ju heard? Moving on...
Today's new hustle isn't new at all, nor is it singular. These days, hustling is however you go about getting your paper. You might move DVDs, work at the ShopRite, sell incense on 125th Street in Harlem, cook dinners on the weekend, babysit, be the hood bookie, tutor, do/cut hair, whatever. The hustle is the hustle. It's however you go about getting your paper from day to day. If you're a smart MF, you'll have two or three under your belt (message). You can never have enough hustles, plus the paper doesn't sleep. The early bird gets that worm, so I advise you to be on your grind before the competition. I'm telling you what I know. I learned from the best. My grandfather Archie G. Warren Sr. was a diesel mechanic for the US Army during WWII. He retired relatively early, but kept a couple hustles to go with his pension. He was a master painter and fisherman. The man even took a job pumping gas at Hess well into his 60s. Until the day he passed on, he kept a hustler's fold (knot) on him. My Auntie Sandra Warren (my rock) has been a medical billing master for over four decades. She's worked everywhere from Mt. Sinai Hospital to New York Presbyterian (Columbia). I'm talking high five figures a year. To this day, she still keeps a side hustle, working overnights at adult homes. When I was a teen she did transcription for rich white folk. My mother stayed with two, three jobs until I was deep into college, no benefits at that time...so I could eat. My grandmother Mary Warren worked at a high school for knuckle heads weekdays, Southampton Hospital on weekends, and still directed three choirs on Sunday mornings, one at a white Methodist church (I loved that church). So basically, I "got it honest." I've been working two plus jobs the last decade (since I left hustle #1 alone). I don't plan on stopping what I do until I'm a milli up. I'll save the "it's much safer than selling drugs" rhetoric. It's simply more fulfilling. Nothing's better than that "bing" iPhone gives you when there's a new text and you look at your screen to see a deposit has been made into your account. Multiply that times three, two to four times a month. You'll never go astray. And to respectfully rebut you trap or die niggas real quick, peep game. Yeah, touching all that money was lovely. My weekly gross was much heavier than some regular ass payroll check I cashed. But how did it feel when the hot boys kicked your door in or the alphabet boys swarmed your trap? Go interview Supreme, Fat Cat, or Pistol Pete. All three are in ADX Supermax in Colorado. They're NEVER coming home. Ask them whether they'd take hustle #2 if given another opportunity. I rest my case.
If you don't have an official Unbearables hoodie on your back, you need to do so immediately. Fuck is your problem? You're on the site. Go on 'head and click a couple times. You know who it is. @tymonday signing out until the next episode. Stay safe and stay paid. #115