FOR THE RECORD

Based on shit that I have seen & heard in the last few years makes me really go hmmmmm, WTF! What Im talk'n bout is all you Motha Fucka's who have missed the boat by 18 years on all that Lo shit. While the cats who rocked Lo for real was rock'n Lo, the rest of you (Polo band wagon dicks) was wearing Tims & hoodies w fatigue jackets and that in it self was a dope Old New York style alone. I just dont get trying to be down with something after the books have been closed on it. Its like if I just started to break dance and then last week I get thrown down with RSC and now Im going hard, RSC RSC RSC blah blah blah. What I am saying is this.......... If you were not there from the door of the movement, you need to just stop fronting. I see all you fronting ass motha fucka's ebaying the shit out of Polo, and the sad shit about it is your buying shit just because it says POLO real big on that shit. Well guess what? The shit you bought was not a big piece or anything special. Plus you corny fuck's are paying out the ass for some of these things that are not worth anything. See, a nigga who is Bout It Bout It with this Lo shit is a nigga who boosted his shit, beat another nigga in the head by doing deals or stuck yo ass up for your shit. Niggas who racked there shit was outrageous wearing there shit. Wearing 2 collard shirts, a knit with another sweater wrapped around your waist with a jacket on and so much other shit, it was outta fucking control. Head to toe in LO, Thats how we did it. Wearing all that shit equaled to wearing your trophies. The more you had, you figure it out. People now, come out the house with a knit on and thats it. Talking like there Lo heads for real. Ill tell you, that shit is a bag of laughs. At this point all this Lo shit is week too me. If you can just patrol ebay for what ever you want then whats the point. Imagine if everyone was able to get ahold of a Spiderman #1 comic, what would it be worth? Back in the days you really had to work hard for what you had and on top of that, shit didnt last long on the shelves so it was even harder to find somethings. A true nigga knows that what they have in Macy's is not the same in Bloomies or Sak. Ralph (Lauren) Lipshitz for you's that dont know, He scattered his shit all over. You might come across some shit you got, but in another color and be like Ohhhh Shit! Not everybody got the eye for this shit. There is a lot of history, info and knowledge to this shit So if you dont know, go learn ya shit. People have gotten hurt bad over rocking this shit and stripped naked in the streets. So the next time you go to a 1992 party fronting like your down, Think twice before you get your snot box rocked & yo shit took'n home boy!

1992

Yo, all I here about is the 80's this & the 80's that. At this point, the 80's have been raped, slayed & milked for all its worth. THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS ABOUT IT! Don't get me wrong, I grew up in the 80's long enough to know whats, what. At this fucking point, McDonald's and every other mother fucka in line has made out by doing something with the 80's. What I'm Trying to say is R.I. motha fucking P. to the 80's. Those days are long past us. Now I'm not saying lets fore get about the 80s, just that we should let it rest for a minute. The 90's have got no shine & let me tell you SON, the 90's was the bastard child of the 80' and hint of the 70's for some of us. With a mean lesson on life from my Mother who was an Ace in the mean streets of good Ol' New York, I was well prepared for a life in the hard streets of the 90's. Since I grew up with out a Mother & Father, I needed to fend for my self. The streets of NYC in the 90's was the meanest free for all you can imagine. I look back on that shit now and I just cant fathom it being the way it was or me doing the things I did. HOW THE FUCK DID WE GET AWAY WITH WHAT WE DID! Wait, not all of us did. Some are just coming home from jail now. Any way's, the streets were a free for all because of Dinkin's. He had to be the worst Mayor ever, but as a kid I loved it. It meant I got away with everything. The cops did not fuck with us as kids unless it was for real for real. Back then in the 90's I found my self always in the Vill. I met a bunch of other kids from so many different walks of life by spending all my time downtown. Although the walks of life varied, we all had one thing in common and that was not a very good home life. Some were drawn to the Vill and are circle of life just because we were just so bad. We did not listen to anyone, we took what we wanted and did as we pleased. The youth today have no clue how easy they got it. If you had something nice on and someone liked it. Guess what! Run ya shit money. If someone wanted your shit, chances were you were coming up out of what ever it was you had on. Shit was so easy to get over because of the lack of the technology then compared to now. Also because crime was so bad, lots of less shit slid through the cracks. As always, we were about 50 deep or more on a friday night walking up 6th Ave. to the Lime Light, along the way we stopped into a corner store and it just got out of hand. Normally everyone takes shit in a sneaky way where know one see you , but for some reason EVERYONE just started grabbing what they wanted and walked out. The store owner really could not do much. As we left the store, all 50 of us continued to walk to the Lime Light. About one block up from the store, the cops jumped out from everywhere like if they was the fucking S.W.A.T. team. They came out of yellow cabs, Ford Explorers and all kinds of other shit you could not imagine. I told my 2 friends to just keep walking like if we didn't know anyone cuz we were the only 3 white kids in the bunch, but that did not work. Next thing I know I get kicked in the ankle By some DT looking like a young Archie Bunker with a cigar in his mouth as he is pointing his service revolver at me. He tells me "hey kid where do you think your going, get against the wall over there". So I did as he said. The boys had all 50 of us on the wall and we were all shook cause half these kids already had a hand full of open cases. As I'm on the wall with my boys, were talking about what's gonna happen and what we should do with the shit we took and as we are talking about this, my man Sunny is dropping the Rollo's one by one on the floor. I decide to look down and I see all the fucking Rollo's rolling down the side walk right to the back of the Cops foot. Then the Cop looks down and says" AYE! what the fuck is going on ova here, who's shit is this"? Hearts dropped as it all unfolded, But nothing happen. The only concern was that the Store owner called the Cops saying he was robbed at gun point and that never happen. So we were all let go and on we went to cause more trouble. That was the 90's for you. Everything that happen in the 80's, pretty much happen in the 90's but more extreme. From steeling shit to graffiti to scams and schemes. My favorite shit was doing the 3 card Monte shit cause no matter which way you sliced it up we had suckas going to the ATM thinking they could win. Then there was the magic dollar. Thats a dollar with a long tail on it thats a strip of clear packing tape so that you can yank your dollar back out the vending machine after you get what you want. Like I said, the 90's was a free for all. This was a time when economically NYC was not good and the people ran shit in the streets. The best shit was Cops didn't go by a book. They went by being an Old New Yorker. Meaning they knew how to feel out a person and then take it from there. This day and age, the Cops just follow rules to the T and sometimes some people really do need a brake or deserve one. And now I hate the New York it has become. Its just a place thats so impersonal now. So with all that said. FUCK THE NEW, NEW YORK. R.I.P. NYC.

Emotions Of An Old New Yorker...

With the changes of time, NYC has left me feeling quite empty. Friends have changed along with the way NYC looks and there is almost no familiar feelings left of this place. I guess the only thing I have left to hold on to is old memories, pictures & a hand full of true friends that I have shared my growing up in NYC with. At least that cant be taken away from me. I have tried to except the way things are and that change is inevitable. 

The only problem is that I just cant buy into the BULL SHIT that surrounds me. Also by default of being an Old New Yorker, it is only natural for me to buck at the shit in life I just dont agree with and the way New York has become, its horrible. There is absolutely nothing left that can genuinely sooth me in away like the Old New York did. When I was a kid, I would ride the trains for fun and now that isnt an option. The trains are so impersonal compared to how they were as a kid. I use to love the way the lights went off & on and how the express would rocket through the stations faster then you could imagine. You know, as a kid riding the trains made me feel grown and in a weird way gave me a sense of feeling confident. Riding between cars, throwing crazy late night parties in the last car unplanned. Hopping the train was a gamble, but it was always an adventure. Almost a right of passage as a youth growing up in NYC. 

In todays world all the fun has been removed form New York. The Old New York had character with a heart & soul and a heart beat like no other place in the world. We were feared by many and at the same time loved by everyone. People were drawn to NYC for all the right reasons and that would be to make a somebody out of them selves. Man do I miss the edginess of the Old New York, the drab matte colors of NYC and the photos that preserve all of it in time. Something about it gave things a real feel for that time. It just made so much sense that pictures and things of color lacked that luster that things of money can buy you today. The drab went perfect with the burned down bronx and the rapid use of crack in a fucked up city that almost went broke. But through out all of this, New Yorkers didnt let it get them down. Instead all types of shit was born from the emotions that was invoked on a broke city full of talent. From all of these emotions, the Old New York that I know & loved was created. Since then, there has not been a movement like so. I feel like everything that has been created in the recent years will never stand the test of time. No new buildings are at a level worth land marking in the future, the music that is made now in 10 years people wont remember except for a few. Nothing on t.v. will be made into re runs down the line like the Honey Mooners or Tom & Jerry. 

We all have something or another we like to watch that probably are parents watched as a kid as well. Sign of the times right! A very sad state it is. I find my self wanting to move so bad away from this place they dare to call NYC still, but like a train wreck I cant bare to leave like someone that just cant seem to turn and look the other way. Still you have to see the wreck for your on eyes. I stay in hopes of somethings not changing and holding on to the little that is left. At one point & time, there was not a place I couldnt go with out running into someone I knew. If you grew up here you know what Im talking about. In the circles I travel in, we are the who's who & we make the shit go round for others. We as New Yorkers use to set the standards for others and Influence worlds away. Now outta towners come here and set the standards for whats cool. I just dont get the tight pants still & never will. I wish we could be in the 90 so I can hand out a couple of beatings to well deserved people. That was one good thing back then, you could have a fight with someone with the hands and the loser just excepted it and went about there way. Today, you just look at someone wrong and there calling the cops. Even the graffiti in NYC is not NYC. I would say more graffiti done now is by a non New Yorker which is sad to me. We really have let are city slip away from us. I dont know any more what Im fighting for, but I just cant seem to give up on New York or at least the New York that I once knew. Old New York will always live on through me, my heart and a few others. I will pass what I have to my kids and hope that it can live on through them. Instead of I LOVE NY, I now LOVE TO HATE NYC. Sad, but true. FUCK YOU!

Membership Is Closed.

Just because you live or have lived in NYC for a long period of time does not make you a New Yorker or an Old New Yorker. Being a New Yorker is more then just living here. Its a way of life, an emotion, a certain cockiness and a lot of other things to it as well. You cant just move here in your adult life and then become a New Yorker. When your an adult, you are set in your ways and you will not change. With that said your ass'd out for member ship, so just go back home and fuck your own town up. When you move to NYC as Teen, you adapt and slowly become transformed into a New Yorker whether you want to be one or not. Being a New Yorker is not a status symbol, its badge of honor plain & simple. The things we go through in life growing up in NYC is what makes us a New Yorker. If you dont know about the Duce, graffiti on the trains, what a subway token is, brown bagging a beer in the streets, Broadway Arcade, Uniques, the original days of Washington Square park, the World Trade before 911 & the first bombing, you are not a New yorker. I could go on & on but at the end of the day you know deep down inside if you are or if you are not and definitely if your friends are not from NYC then you are not a New Yorker. Also just so that we are clear, membership for being a New yorker has been closed for quite some time. Membership is closed do to the death of good old New York. When they changed the "DONT WALK" signs to a hand & a person, that was officially it. New York never did things for people from else where. We always did things are way and if you didnt like it, then tough shit son, keep it moving. New york has spawned a lot of things that take place all over the world and now because of it, New york is no longer an exclusive place to be. Instead it has become exclusive to those who have money and thats not what New york was about. New york was a place that you can come and make something of your self out of nothing. All you needed was a dream and some ambition which you can no longer make it in New York on just that. Everything here in New York has been changed in a way that the personality of NYC has been killed. You people who have moved here thinking "Sex In The City" & "friends" was a reality in the late 90's have killed NYC by driving up the rent and pushing out the natives. You will never be welcome here nor will you ever understand what NYC is really about. And Im not gonna take the time to explain it to you. Thats something you learn & figure out for your self along the way. Thats what being a New Yorker is all about, but like I said New York is so dead and gone that you will never know what its about. When New york was at its worst, it was at its best and that'll only make sense to those who it first hand. You can call me bitter, an asshole, rude, a smart ass, sarcastic or what ever else you may think of, but I dont care and those are all traits of an Original New Yorker. Yours truly, me. Born, bread, dead… Old New York.

Real Rent Reform

If you are a native New Yorker, an Old New Yorker at that! Then this is information you need. We as natives to NYC are being pushed out on some bull shit so

that others who are buying the buildings that we live in can turn a HUGE profit. The owners of these buildings are pushing us out causing gentrification in are

neighborhood's which becomes the 1st domino of many. Now your local bodega & favorite pizza place is gone too. This all leads to a corporate America that

will not let the mom & pop store survive. The best thing about NYC, is the choices you have to pick from. In these local stores, we form relationships with the

store owners. They watch us grow up as we give them business and become like family to us. You are either apart of the solution by doing what ever you can

to help or be apart of the problem by sitting by and doing nothing. If you love your Old New York like I do then watch this video. You will walk away with

knowledge thats much needed. Did You know Sec. 8 is a contract with the state? And its about to be up. Landlords dont have to renew this contract and most

likely wont so where will this leave you. IN THE STREETS HOMELESS. Did you know that the members of the Rent Guideline Board are not even from NYC,

so why are they deciding are rent increases for us when at the end of the day, they go back to there nice lives upstate or else where and none of the decisions

they make effect them. Think about it. Someone close to me once said" Dont walk in front of me, I may not follow. Dont walk behind me, I may not lead. Just

walk beside me & be my friend." This is so true. So what I ask of you is to pay attention to the movement. Learn your rights and vote when the time comes.

Your apartment could be next. Thank you for your time.

Cruis'n With Suzan

I can remember being about 9 yrs old and getting in one of these good 'ol checker cabs. Not only being inside one of these things was dope by it self, but the ride was a first of many things as well. I can remember getting in and seeing the jump seats inside and getting all excited and shit. Sitting in one of them seats is no joke. Anyways the ride it self was crazy because it my first time in a cab. The ride started at 78th & W.E.A and we got out down by Belvue Hospital. Along the way we cut down the West side Hwy right past the Intrepid. Man, was that some shit to see as a kid! Up until that point I only seen then shits in old Tin Can Sailor flicks in black & white on tv back then like on some channel 9 mid day movie shit. Well here that shit was in the flesh, plus the fact of being in the cab bouncing around in that little ass jump seat, holding on for dear life. Then the cabbie cuts across 56st to go down B'way. When we get to B'way down by the Deuce, all I can see is markee's with naked ladies on them. Also the fact that the city moves a million miles a minute was crazy too. It was a lot to take in all for the first time, but never the less it was a huge rush for a 9 yr old.

And that was only the first of many stories I have of cabbies in the Old New York era. Most of the stories I have are more like wars, for some reason its like oil & water with me and cabs. The shit that bugs me out about the whole yellow cab thing is this. As I was growing up in the 80's as a kid, the cabs were driven by True Old New Yorkers who were natives. After a while you saw an influx of Koreans driven the cabs in like 87 88 with a mix of Haitians as well. In the mid 90's the Habibi's started taking shit over. Did you see them fuckers in the movie Taxi or the tv show? Hell no you didnt! Now its just fucking nutzo with them.

One of my craziest stories I have is about a time when I worked for a place called The Bigger Picture, During the morning & at the end of the day I had a route to walk and pick up work that was sent out house to be done. It was morning so the work had to go out. I was on my way to a place called Color Edge. I would cut through a parking lot then across the street in the middle of the ave and the place was right there. When I crossed, there was a cab letting out a fare and so I waited to see if he would go and he didnt. When I crossed, he drove forward like he was going to hit me. He came pretty close so I hit his hood open handed with both hands for him to stop. When he stopped, fuck'n Shocka Zulu got out that bitch. The dude was about 6'4" and he was one dark ass angry Haitian. He walk right up to me and kinda backed me up as he said" WHY YOU HIT CAR"! Then the fucker karate chopped me across the chest & neck area. As he turned to go back to his cab, it all hit me late. I ran up on him, jumped past him and stole on him. It was all pure luck, but I caught him right in the jaw piece. You could see he felt like a punk after some punk kid crashed his face. So he chased me up the block and I was out. At this age I could run very well. As Im running up the street, I dropped some of the work and some one picked it up. I was like fuck. When I look back I see the guys from the place I was going to, come out. They were screaming on the cabbie for hitting me. So I go back over there. That guy who had the work I dropped was Like YO I got his shit and the guy from Color Edge comes over and snatches it, like Give Me That Shit. It was all crazy. The crazy shit would be when me & my boys would do the Larry on the cab. We would take the cabs every where and have them drop us on a block that when we run out he cant drive to chase us. Ive seen bike messengers fuck cabs up and all kind of shit. From Puking to joy riding them to fighting with them in the street to losing lots of money from being drunk, I have seen it all. To this day I hate them Motha Fuckers for sure. Even the info on the side of the cab has been changed to some GAY non New York shit. What ever these people get there hands on something, they fuck it up. Im not opposed to change, but you gotta be reasonable and preserve certain things. Fuck Them Cabbie's!

The Good Lo Days

One thing I can say for sure about the Old New York I know about is that we always set standards for the rest of the world wether its music, fashion, dance or anything that has to do with culture. All over the world people copy what we do. Especially when it comes to shit like hip hop which is most definitely a BIG part of that Old New York flavor. Back in the day, I'd say BK was ahead of the game as far as niggas dress'n dip & shit and they was gully about how they got their gear too. Motha fuckas would bum rush stores and clear racks and run out with it all. I mean it was nuts, fuck'n straight nuts. Around 1992 I started hang'n in the Vill. This is when shit was crazy out there. Astor place was the place to go get hair cuts. I can remember going there just to bomb the bathrooms. For me that was a big deal. Back then the bathrooms had tags from dudes all over the 5 boro's. Around the corner was Uniques. They too was another place I was always thirsty to go and write my name on shit. They had these lockers in the front of the store that you would pass on the way out. It was covered in marker tags & stickers, just layers of shit. Further down B'way was a store called EMS and boy did we bang them out for all kinds of gear. Around this time (1992) A group of really young kids formed the ill squad of really young juvenile delinquents who came from all over the city to hang out & break night. I cant front, from these kids is where I learned how to rack shit. Up the back, down the leg, sleev'n shit and of course the good old fashion Lizzie bag. Most of you probably dont even have a clue of what Im talk'n bout Willis. Well what Im talk'n bout is boost'n shit like my name was David Copperfield. Now these Bk cats put me on to a lot of ways on how to get busy. As a kid with no real family and not a whole lot of nice things in life, I paid attention. I too wanted to be dipped in Lo from head to toe with the girlie's jocking as well. I'd be with these kids & see'm get busy and I realized that if they can do it, so can I. But when I got busy with it, I would go alone and play the preppy herb kid dressed like I was from the Upper East Side. No one would ever look my way and stop to think I was bang'n them in the head. My last year of high school was up the block from Macy's. Everyday I'd detour through the Lo section and something would get got by me. I also spent so much stolen money in there that the people knew me to spend doe in there so I really never had an issue with being watched. Its all so crazy to me now that I think about it.Whats even a lil more nuts is I be came really cool with this lady who ran the Lo section in Macy's, her name was Sharon and to this day she has no clue that, that sweet little white boy was getting over. Dam I feel bad and she still works there. I still see her to this day in there when Im shopping with my daughter, but now I can afford to pay for the things I want. A lot of stuff that I took from Macy's was always returned to Paragons downtown. They where hip to us boost'n in there but dumb as rocks when it came time to us returning shit for store credit. Im telling you we had all of this on lock, especially them Brooklyn niggas. They knew what time it was fo sho. Then there was a store called BFO on 5th ave. they was hip too to us racking, but clueless to us throwing shit out the window to others outside waiting for goodies to fall from the sky. Dam those was the days. Back then, nothing got paid for. It was a free for all from sneakers to clothes to paint & markers to food. Even going to the movies we did not pay. Ahhhhhhhh the good 'ol Dinkins days. Thank you Mayor Dinkins for letting us run wild through your city. Well my city, cause I had my way. We did so much bad stuff then that I look back now and cant even fathom how we all got away with it. Definitely a different time. Believe it or not, I still have a good amount of Lo from back then. That shit seems to be more popular now then before. Its outta this world the price that people will pay for some of that stuff now. Go look on ebay, you will see things selling for $3000 its bananas when the original price was like $298 for like a Snow Beach pullover jacket. Straight RETARDED! The one thing thats different now then before is you dont have to worry about getting robbed for your shit. Us as RFC or them Brooklyn cats as well, we would leave you in ya fuck'n skivvies in the street. They would take it all like vultures to a carcase. Now dudes from Japan & all over the country pay top dollar for that shit on ebay not knowing what it was all about. That whole shit was a movement that unless you was there, you'll never understand. It was also such a rush. I can remember going on spree's coming home with 2 to 3 G's worth of shit being like dam, how Ima tell my foster parents where I got all of this from. Fuck it, I didnt really care any ways. Well Now shit is not the same, but I have pictures, memories, clothes and friends to share them days with. Good 'Ol New York.

BLACK OUT.

Ima start off by saying I am really tired, cold, emotionally destroid and find my self once again on a road to destruction 1 year later from the last melt down. Is it the holidays? Fuck the holidays! Its not for me, but I will par take for my lil one. Yo Im so fucking drained & cold, I dont know if Ima even make it through this post and Ima keep 100% in this post too! Not that I would ever give you anything less, but today you get the fuck'n bonus add on in ya face I dont give a fuck going off the deep end I want my cake & eat it now any ways what the fuck was I saying (as I sit here brick as fuck fresh out the cold w all 3 layers on, for real no joke Im very cold & Im home). I dont know what the fuck happen tonight. All I know is I wound up in a fuck'n triangle of hurt. I hope you got time to read this post because Ima bout to go in like a NAVY SEAL. Ima spare the juicy details of all real person shit, but 3 of the closest people in my life I now have issue's with & one of them is always my out when shit is rough. So with that said who do I turn to? EXACTLY! NO ONE. Let me ask you this! Do you feel like no one feels your pain, no one cares and I mean the ones that say oh yeah thats my niggah! Ya know I was always told, the ones closest to you is the ones that will hurt you the most. With that said this warm heart has turn COLD with no thawing out later. It has turned colder then this apartment and thats fuck'n cold son! Tonight I have realized a horror I never wanted to face and so I do. I ask you tonight or this cold ass morning rather, WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO LIVE IN NY TODAY? Well Ill tell you, at this point more then I have that I can give and yes this FUCKING POST WILL BE ALL OVER THE THE PLACE cuz I can niggah! And yes I said the N word, so what! What fucks me up is I make fuck'n money! Good money, but the money I make now its like fuck'n.......... LOOK its like this, today's 50 to 70k job is like making 15 to 20k in the 90's. Who is this a recession for? Not people who have doe already. This recession has only made the rich more rich & the poor, more poor then ever. The rich keep along on the plans they had from the start which is to buy it all up and move you out! Now with all the foreclosures these greedy fucks are getting what they want faster and cheaper. JUST NOT FAIR! Boo hoo hoo just like me crying my fuck'n head off tonight (For real). WELL NO ONE FUCKING CARES! As I just scream'd that in my Sam Kinison voice. Sheesh tell me about it. Nah but for real, I just dont get it & Ima bout to explain! The beauty bout the U motha fuck'n S of A is choice & freedom. You like that right! well times that to 100,000,000,000,000,000 power (is that even a no.) if you live in the good 'ol fuck'n big apple. Yup Its true. Dam I almost lost site of what I was saying. What Im getting at is this........ I dont wont to live in a cookie cutter world with all these gay glass buildings where I can see you living your life. I dont want your ACME world & rules. Ive said it be for & I will say it again and again as much as it fucking hurts you to read it, hear it or see it. IF YOU CAN MAKE IT HERE, YOU CAN IT ANY WHERE (once upon of time that was true)! I love NYC for its choices, its many voices & faces and the taste it offers. From that awful taste cuz you just got ya shit took & snot box busted wide the fuck open to the taste of making it past all odds and proving you all wrong. So tonight I realized there is no melting pot here any more in NYC. There is only one, He is green & dead. And he is colder then the night is. I think this is the coldest night yet so far. People with a Voice are dead, caring about one another is dead, a working class is dead, New York being a place to make it from nothing is dead and fuck it Im dead too now. I will die fighting for New York City but I am dead inside, I have been sucked dry of hopes to make it further then I have and at this point this is where I write people off in my life and become stone. I will spare names but, you will all be my witness this morning. I can not fuck with you if you have tried to save face on the account of some one else making you reach out. People who only want want want & only give emotional grief at the end of the trade. People who complain shit is fucked up for them but got mom/dad or anyone they can run to for help in any way. Shit, all I got is a buncha broke friends that I cant even fall back on. And the friends that I got that can put me on, DONT! The list go's on so to all you mother fuckers out there, FUCK YOU! I tell ya fucko, for real..... at the end of this night before I decided to come home. The stop before that was fuck'n check out time, time to meet up with my Mama, but I had to pass for now because JoJo MoJo means the world to me. Let me ask you this! Is it fucked up that I can walk away from everything with out a blink. Like a light switch, you now mean nothing to me. NOTHING! I can turn my emotions off, just that simple! On all of you, every last one except JoJo MoJo. Never that. I love you baby girl. I always will & I will always make sure you are taking care of. Not on some morbid shit, but do you ever wonder who will come to your services when its time to check out? Well when it comes to mine, I dont think there would be enough room for all of you to come through. Im for real bout it, FOR REAL. Im the fuck'n Mayor of this 'Ol New Yawk Shid son. Who cares, not me at least. When I die just burn me & dump me. No grave, no viewing, no morning, NO NOTHING cuz most of you could care less about me now. TRUE STORY just like the shit I write about. I called it a while ago with the city getting bad and shit getting worse. Well its happening as we speak. Just like Ford to city: DROP DEAD! This Post has really taken a lot out of me to write, but this one means a lot to me. IDK , BFF Jonny Bravo! For you its good reading. To me, its the only way I can stop my head from hurting a little bit. Even when my wold is ok, its upside down with struggle, heart ache and beefs that are silly, but full of principle. As they would say in the hood, YO keep it real son. Keep it ahun'et kid and so I will. Id leave everyone one of you niggas behind in a blink if I hit the lotto. Except for a few of my niggas. True story cuz Stone Cold said so. Too cold to right anything else. With that said Fuck off & let me die in peace.