When Your Homies Turn Bitch...
Man what the fuck are you suppose to do when your sitting in a room with your boys watching MTV or some shit and they all start talking about how much they like Puffy, and how smooth he is and shit.
Then they start talking some bullshit about how smooth justin timberlake is. I mean the mother fucker copies Micheal jackson. he don't even try to reinvent it.
THey all on some commercial shit, and your trying to help em out right? They just don't hear you.
They bump the shit that is destroying music.
fuck em, I got some new friends now.
been in a similar situation myself.
We use to scrape with all the essays back in the day and there were a couple of em real well known around the way. anyway, I broke one of these dudes noses, and a few months later chased down his homie with a stick all fucked on... ya you guessed it, O-E. shit it was 1994 what can I say.
So, yea I am chillin with a few of my boys at this church by the mall gettin ready to hop on the bus and shit, when guess who shows up. The essay whose nose I broke. I had jsut taken some acid like a couple hours before, and was hitting peak bigtime. So dude is ramblin on for a bit and I can't even tell what the fuck is going on until I hear this.
"whats up holmes you think this shit is funny"
I'm like shaking my head laughing goin 'nah man I am jsut real fucking high right now on some sid.
anyway it looked like shit was going to cool down until the essay I chased showed up with another dude.
So now there are 4 of em and four of us, but we are major jacked right? Dudes jsut start pounding on me, until one of my6 friends jumped up and socked one of em in the neck, cause he missed their fucking head.
I start looking for rocks and shit and pick up a bottle that ends up being plastic, and when I look up my boy is running, so I said fuck it, I dont know what the fuck is going on I am out. I jump through a few yards and shit and they catch me and pummle me then show me a puddle to chill in.
My one boy is ghost and my other two friends jsut sit there like little bitches. shit was real lame.
here's my take on the bitch ass bullshit.
first of all, you can't hate on puffy (like I used to) cuz he's doing something right to still be up and poppin. Maybe he sold his soul to the devil?
anyway, what I don't like about those guys, is that, they have money but they don't give back to the black community. if he and guys in of that type of cypher, did give back then it's all gravy. i mean at least puffy ain't talking about killin niggas and shit. i'd never thought i would ever defend pd. go figure?
and for justin timbalake, if that music turns on some guidette chick from ronkonkoma (that be's a hick town in long island) and she wants to wet the dick, hey more power to you. besides man, when it comes down to it, music is just music, and right now there's alot of more important things going on besides music. this is of course only my opinion.
but nah, mang-bitch ass to me, is this incident i would like to share with yall.
about 7 or 8 years back i was hanging out with these kids who also were negro. I thought we were all down with eachother. until one night, we were driving in some white neighbohood. I (back then) was a old e freak. so I was pretty much fucked up.
anyway, the kids I were riding with cursed and threw a bottle at a crowd of white guys that we drove past. So we were bullshitting around that area after that, to the effect that I wanted to get out and take a piss. So I went to the side of this building to do my thing, and I hear the car take off. When I got around the front of the building I was confronted by a caravan, and a truck full of white boys with bats and pipes. I almost shit my draws. matter of fact, my doo-doo almost jumped out my mouth from the shock.
Of course they were mad, saying shit like, so you niggers like to fuck with us huh? so I just knew that I was done in.
Until this big one with long, shiny ass blonde hair, looking like thor stepped out from them. the crowd was silent, like he was the leader, and he looked at me for like 2 minutes, and he said, no, this ain't the one. So the dudes let me go, and said I was lucky and don't go around their anymore. I thanked the guy, for saving me, and he turned back and said, just make sure your friends don't be so stupid next time.
So I being humbled and still in shock, on top of that being drunk-was walking down the road. about a mile later, my homies came back, saying shit, like I'm the dopest, and all that, and they're gonna get those crackers.
man I was so mad, I told them, what had happened, and I thought they were real heads, I mean if they had to take off, why couldn't they yell or let me know what was goin down. that way I could of jumped the fence, or went around the other way or something. I told them, that they were punk ass niggas. all they do is talk shit, and tonight -behind some bullshit I had no part of-I almost got killed because of it. So to make a long story short, I deaded them, and went around and told the real niggas not to fuck with them.
so that's (in my case) a prime example of homies turning bitch.
yall chew on that. I'm out.
Most people have friends who have other tastes (perhaps extremely sad taste), it's like whether they follow some other political group are are in some weird cult - you tell em it's wrong a few times, and then never ever bring the subject up again and make sure they don't do that shit in your presence.
shits never happened to me but yeah that sounds wack.