Food For Thought.

There was a black man, a white man, a Native American man, and a Latino man.

All four of them were on top of a cliff discussing the difficulties that their people had gone through.

The native American said, "my people have suffered the most, and in honor of what they have endured, I will fling myself off this cliff in hopes that my blood will change things." So he yelled "THIS IS FOR MY PEOPLE", and jumped off the cliff.

The Latino not wanting to be outdone, quickly looked at the other two and followed suit yelling "THIS IS FOR MY PEOPLE" and jumped off the cliff as well.

The black man was touched by this and decided it was his turn, so he yelled "THIS IS FOR MY PEOPLE" and pushed the white man off the cliff!

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Quote For The Day!

A Pimp Once Told Me:

Romance with no Finance is a Dam Nuisance!

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Get Your Mental State of Mind Right!

During my daily visit to the mental asylum, which is something that i have been doing alot, and i dont know why, I asked the Director of the facility, ”What are the criterion that defines a patient to be institutionalized?"

Well," the Director told me, "we fill up a bathtub with water; and we offer a teaspoon, a teacup, and a bucket to the patient and ask the patient to empty the bathtub."

1. Would you use the spoon?

2. Would you use the teacup?

3. Would you use the bucket?

I was stuck with this look on my face, like this turtle neck doctor needs to be in here for asking me this dumb ass question.

"So I replied like, “Ooooooo I understand,” a normal person like me would choose the bucket, because it's larger than the spoon and the teacup."

The doctor looked at me, then looked over to his Orderlies who were ready to snatch me up, and said "Noooooo, a normal person would pull the plug and let the water go down the drain."

This is the reason why I’m writing this blogg, to let you know what is going on from the inside of this mental asylum. We need to get our minds right.

But dont worry, I should be out soon, I think the same time lil’ Kim gets out of the state penitentiary, just pray for me!!!!

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Yorkie Terriers The Hoods Pitbull.

As I journeyed home from work, I spotted Freshly Stolen, and yelled Freshly Stolen! And she turned around and said with her lil’ raspy voice “Hey Baby, that’s what I’m about to do”. I laughed out loud and continued my walk up 125th Street; looking at all the bugged out folks. Is it me, or is everyone dress like there stuck in the 80’s, I don’t know what is going on, but I felt like I was watching old videos by Madonna and Boy George. But the buck doesn’t stop there, now you can catch everyone walking around with these tiny expensive dogs, I guess this is a popular thing now, but what happen to the dogs when the fad is over. I was the first kid in the hood to have one of these luxurious dogs, the animal was named Charlie, but everyone on the block called him fluffy.

Charlie was Maltese that cost my mother $2500 dollars, I freaked out when I came home from school one day and saw this lil’ white dog running around the house. I was like “where’s my dog?”, and my bugged out mother told me she had to give it back to my step pops. I had a Doberman Pincher named Mr. Brown who was bananaz like me. But the point to my story is that these dogs are the center of attention and everybody has one which is cool, but it's hard to watch when thugs on the block are walking them. I was shock to see my boy who just came home from the penal system completing an 8 year bid walking one. I was like where’s the Rottweiler, he told me he gave it up. I’m thinking to myself like WHAT THE FUCK! Because after seeing him, every hardcore dude in Harlem stood out walking their dogs fronting like they are still gangsta. HELLO! Your not considered gangsta when you are posted on the block selling crack with a lil’ toy canine.

It’s a shame; brothers are trading in the killer pets for toys. Dude’s step your game up and please pull your skirts down


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My Hood Hero "Solid"

When you hear the term solid as a rock, you think of the R&B sensations Ashford and Simpson who’s solid as a rock song was number 1 on the charts. But when I hear the term, I think of a funny ass crack head named solid. Dude was the weirdest crack head I’ve seen growing up in the hood. He didn’t steal, nor robbed folks; but he would walk around with six garbage bags full of empty cans, letting everyone on the block know that he was collecting them for environmental reason. He did his share of cleaning the community when the street sweeper didn’t roll through. He would pick up little white pieces of paper; thinking is was crack and put it in his pocket. He picked up every half smoked cigarette bud and made whole ones, then sell them to make a profit. He wasn’t your ordinary fiend, he was an entrepreneur; I mean a fiend-tre-preneur. You knew when he had money; he had the voice of Motown when he was ready to smoke. He could be heard through the Harlem blocks late at night singing

Solid! Solid Needs That Rock!
That’s what this love is
Cracks what we’ve got

Solid! Solid’s gots that Rock!
That’s what this love is
I keep that Pipe hot, hot, hot, hot, hot

He had this dog named biscuit that followed him everywhere, and if the dog didn’t like you, it would chase you down the block. This dude was so outta control at times, during the winter season he wouldn’t wear a jacket, and during the summer break he wore this triple phat goose down. He had the first ever pair of air force ones, well just the left foot, and wore a timberland boot on the right. I didn’t understand logic behind the outfits, but I would laugh, and kick his cans to the ground.

One hot summer day coming home from school, I saw solid on the block ducking behind one of the buildings. I was with my boy who lived down the street, and I was like “yo! Look at this dude”, “Let see what he’s doing”. As we walked over I could see the dog jumping up and down very animated. Solid’s love for animals should make him president of the A.S.P.C.A. but then again I don’t think smoking crack through a glass bottle and blowing smoke in the dogs face would make him qualified for the job either, or would it?

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Stay tune for Billie Jean The Crack Head!

My Hood Hero "Freshly Stolen"

I want to take the time out today and acknowledge a positive figure in the hood, and in my life. A lady that knows and understands what her community needs and wants. You can see hear walking the street of Harlem lending a helping hand to those in need. If you need something she can get it, even if it’s not the exact request, she works hard and diligently for you to be happy. Her props run deep in the streets, and elected officials recognizes her swagger. You can catch her at Path Mark in ile 10 or at Duane Reade on 125th street. If you happen to get locked up at you local percent shes there ready to speak on your behalf.

This very special lady that I’m talking about is a crack head named Freshly Stolen, the neighborhood, 2k6 Robin Hood. She steals from the rich and sells to the poor. She also steals from the rich and sells to the rich, Ha! Ha!

When hanging out at the neighboring barber shop establishment, you can hear this raspy voice, diminutive lady walking by sing the words “Freshly Stolen, Freshly Stolen”. You can then purchase goods from cleaning materials to hygiene products for a price of 2 for $5. WOW! That is 2 items for $5 dollars; you know Duane Reade is real expensive at times for our pockets.

Freshly Stolen, is my pick for this Weeks Hero of the hood, you might hear about her running for mayor of Harlem or see her running from 5-0.

Tune in when I speak about other Hood Hero in my life. Sidewalk the alcoholic, solid the crack head, and Teddy the car washing dude.


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