SENSITIVE THUGS...THEY ALL NEED HUGS.

Now I had a situation yesterday, that made me fly to my blogspot.

Even though, alot of my time has been consumed with wrapping up "Hard Dreams", with re-writes and what not.

But enuff is a *uckin' NUFF.

The Southside of Raleigh is where I originate, and frequently I visit fam on that side, during the week and of course on the weekends. Now, the reason for the PSA is because of some of the bs I see not just on that side, but everywhere in Raleigh-Durham,

It has to stop.

Being that I heart where I come from, I focus on that side.

Mainly.

Cause quite frankly, the next idiot is going to get his ass handed to him.

With the same saggy imitation designer pockets attatched to it.

I'm too damn old for this *hit.

Often, I'm approached inappropriately by some of the worst Lil Wayne proteges there are. Golds (*ding*) in their mouths, dreads that could replace Goodwill toy velcro, and outfits that are as hideous of a drunk man's artwork.

Where they do this at??...well...apparantly on the Southside. (love yall too..now..lehgo)

Now my beef is not for the reserved young man, whose slightly tacky in his chosen style of dressing, comes from a rough setting but still knows how to talk to a lady.

Naw.

I'm not talking about him.

I'm talking about the "I ain't neva scared", "I'm not rich but I'll pretend", "Knuck if you buck", "I got all my goons with me", imitations of THUGS, with skirts located underneath there Tom John jeans.

Yeah THEM.

The ones who stand outside of my hood's local convenient store, posted up like a window display, with the attitude that everyone wants me, because dusty samples of women have somewhat

BIGGED that head up.

Why you mad son?

Yesterday I was disrespected so hard, that I couldn't do anything but laugh.

Then offered a hug.

Then re-nigged by saying SIKE.

Ha-ha (you shoulda been there.)

He saw me first.

Cause dammit he sees everything coming in and out of that store.

That's where he is everyday.

Posted up, a magnet to a tresspassing charge.

Cause you know RPD told him to take his ass home numerous times.

Probably caught a few citations here and there.

Anywhoo.

He approached me with some broken form of a greeting, sprinkled with a little bit of "*IGGA is you SERIOUS". (*ding*)

It went sorta like this "Damn, that joint is fat. You need to let me take you out. *thumbs threw knot of 1's*"

; I <<<< *my neutral face*

Now most certainly, a comment ALOUD, in front of four or five other American citizens, only made the situation worse for lil homie.

Because as USUAL, I did my infamous ignore, without laying so much of an EYE on the dirt dobber with a pocket full of one-notes.

Welp.

When ignoring goes wrong.

He wouldn't stop, because the fake jewelry and thick knot, on a busy crackhead Friday, had him amped.

So he went in for the kill.

Well, he went in to get handled.

This is what he does.

When I didn't respond.

He goes.

"Oh word. It's like that? Hahaaaa. Well fuck you too then. Shit, I'on want no bourgeois bitch anyways. Aint that right cuz? (he asks while dapping up the equivalent HOT mess beside him)."

By this time, the entire line is waiting for me to respond.

So *uck it, cause its Thursday, I aint on no clock, and well...I just felt like doing something different for a change.

I did this in the name of ever tired woman who has been approached by a sensitive thug with a temporary GANGSTA film over them after five oclock on a work day.

"Awwwwww, I'm sorry I didn't give you the response you wanted. You wanna hug? *arms fly open".

Now.

One would think that he would throw me a "PSHHH" and keep it moving.

One would think that he wouldn't want the offer, being that obvious sarcasm was tossed out there.

But, often we are wrong.

He bit.

LOL

He said "Hell yeah."

And...well....upon smelling the overwhelming scent of Newports and stale dreadlocks on him, once his arms spread.

I went in for the kill.

"SIKE!"

Courtesy of 1990 Millbrook Elementary school bus creations.

It made such a comical finale.

The entire store was laughing.

It was petty but dammit it felt good.

Can you say 1up?

Thanks for listening to my RANT people.

And just to wrap this up for the sensitive thugs who all need hugs, but will not say so,

but instead they chose to disrespect a sister who may appear gameless, in her daintiness....

THINK AGAIN.

I'm one of the originators of YOUR type game.

Ask Keenan and Mac AKA the best lil brothers alive. (lol)

XOXO

Chakara