-- December 6th, 2007 --
Being in the state of mind that I'm in has its perks. When looking through these foggy glasses, I can see clearer than when I'm 20/20. New York is an ill place; full of paranoia, love, hate, ambition and one's imagination can distort or bring to reality those things.
All I really want you to know is that there are no secrets under a green light. It's one of the reasons why I love to be amongst friends in the clouds. It's probably why I love words so much. The intention of a sound within a syllable is able to start wars! Cue Dubya as he talks about WMDs and tell me that I'm not telling the truth!
Ladies, let me call you a bitch to your face and tell me what happens. But let your lil' sister or sista girl friend call you one... are you really gon' fight her? I'd say chances are slim... and that's why New York is the perfect example of life here in America.
There's the subdued racism of entering into a store on Madison Avenue only to be conveniently in the same place, everywhere you go, with a guy who appears to be just a customer.
There's the segregation within the county lines as one rides the train from gentrified Clinton Hill to East New York. Riding the L to Bushwick, Brooklyn, is like seeing the cast of The Brady Bunch get off and leaving only the cast of Good Times on till Bushwick Avenue.
The hood will be whatever the hood is and while the government and other reasons keep it from being our haven in this American struggle, New York is a beast of another kind. It breeds a toughness. A sense of reality where only dreams can numb the pain. It is within this world in which I will adapt.
I must shed these old clothes for some new ones. I can't ever be seen not fresh ta def! It's imperative that I live and die by my balls and my word, because that's all we have in this world.
- Part 2, "The Ride Home," is coming soon!
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