"Fa' Sho, or, For Show"

I’ve always said there are two types of cats out there; Niggas that are “For Show” with it, and niggas that are, “Fa’ Sho” with it…..I like to consider myself one of them “Fa sho” kinda dudes, cause frankly, I ain’t with the bullshit, nor, am I about trynna keep up with the next nigga!.....However, and I’m sure y’all have seen ‘em, there are a bunch of niggas out there that are strictly “For show” with it….Y’all have seen ‘em…those are the cats with the nice rides, all rimmed and tricked out, yet, never have more than a quarter of a tank of gas, or the cats (single, at that) with the huge cribs and ain’t got no damn furniture in ‘em, or sum’in cut off, ‘specially gas……easy test, go visit a nigga that has a huge crib, in the winter…if his heat ain’t on, he “for show” with it……or, after he’s been there for a minute, and still ain’t got no furniture, he’s “for show” with it….or, if he’s got a gang of roommates….he’s a “for show” kinda nigga……Granted, this is not all inclusive of the niggas who fit this mold, but nine times outta ten, the shoe fits….….Then, you got them niggas like me…….I do aiiight for myself…..but I ain’t trynna be sum’in that I’m not…my apartment is 1600 sq ft. (Plenty of room for me and my babies), I can crank up my car and go wherever I please, with a full tank….and I keep some “spare change” for those spur of the moment “splurges,” and, my babies are “skrait!” While them “for show” niggas be crying bout child support, and all that shit; be spending their mortgage (or, rent) at the club trynna impress some chickenhead, while the niggas like me don’t give a fuck about them chickenheads…..ain’t trynna impress nobody, and basically livin MY life, and not someone else’s…….that’s how you distinguish ‘em…..the leaders from the followers…the leaders move to the beat of their own drum, while the followers, well, they move to the beat of someone else’s drum….they see some celebrity on TV sportin sum’in, so they gotta have it (maybe why WE feed into the Name Brand shit(hmmm))….while a leader will see it, and not give it a second thought….unless, he likes it…Don’t get me wrong, I like nice shit as much as the next cat, but I ain’t bout to go broke trynna get that shit, either…..I ain’t gon try to push a Benz, when my budget dictates a Toyota….nor, am I gon take from my babies’ mouth in order to “floss!”……..I’m not hatin’ by no means; cause if you got it, then run it….but if you ain’t…therein lies the problem….…them “for show” niggas…..who, nine times outta ten bout lame as fuck anyways….them the cats who damn near lose their mind when they lose their job, or their so-called livelihood, cause they ain’t got shit else to fall back on; no survival skillz, no business bout ‘em, no folks in their corner, just trifling!....Usually, those “for show” cats are trifling…..y’all know ‘em…..gotta be seen, and heard…and they usually talk too damn much! Them “fa’ sho” niggas sit back and observe what they see……They peep game….you can’t recognize it, if you don’t see it comin…they ain’t necessarily gotta be seen, nor heard, hell, they prefer the sidelines……ain’t really concerned with being out front….cause he knows what he’s capable of, and he’s confident in his abilities……. someone once said, “there’s no limit to the things a man can accomplish, as long as he doesn’t mind who receives the credit.” Truer words have never been spoken….and that’s how “fa’ sho” niggas roll……Look at the real Mafia Dons…not the ones you read about in the papers, those are “for show,” but the real ones who stay outta the limelight, like a Carlo Gambino, and or, a Tony Accardo, “fa’ sho” Dons who stayed outta the limelight and out of prison like so many of the “for show” dons today…..

The real vs. The fake…that’s what it alls boils down to….and, in essence, being “true to thine own self.” Being true to who you are, and what you are; comfortable in the skin that GOD gave you…”Fa’ Sho, or, For Show!”

Dirty Draws kinda love

Sup.....let's see, what's on my mind today, or should I say, at this very moment.........hmmmmm.........marriage.....yeah, marriage, why, cause I'm watching "Being Bobby Brown," and I'm thinking, you know what, fuck what e'rybody else says, I love that shit! I love Bobby and Whitney.....yeah, I love 'em cause despite what WE think, them niggas love each other......They love each others' "dirty draws!" and if y'all know black love, y'all know, that's some strong love.....that's what I'm talking bout, that dirty draws kinda love.....some may call it "Ghetto love", or whatever, but that's what's it all about....or should be, anyway......folks, like to say, Whitney and Bobby are dysfunctional, and all that....SO!......they're dysfunctional together....and that's what it's all about...e'rytime Bobby ass go to jail, who there to pick him up in a stretch?....Whitney.......even when that fool got past due child support hangin over him, Whitney got that fool back....and that's how it should be....that mu'fuckin dirty draws kinda love! Dope addicts....so, they in it together....ain't my problem....theirs......and if it works for them...what, 15 years? hey, it's cool with me shiiiid, I love it, to tell you the truth........that's what I want, that kinda shit......baby, love me, for me....when I come home, lemme be me....I'mma let you be you.....we in this shit together, we're a team....you already got a blunt rolled, cool!....got us some 'yac and coke on ice.....good!......yo habits, my habits, and vice versa.....that's what I'm talkin' bout......you my other half, we complete each other.....fuck what others think, this us!!! me and you.....I ain't trynna change you, and hopefully you ain't trynna change me....you know what you got from the get-go...so let's roll.....that's why I love Bobby and Whitney....they in that shit together....fuck what the media, me, or you think.....them niggas love each others' "dirty draws."

I'on wanna hear dat shit

"Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you".......we've all heard it before, it's the "golden rule." Conversely (math again), just because you got beef wit a mu'fucka don't mean I got beef wit 'em. nah mean? that shit kills me when cats be like, you deal with dude...or, you still cool with so and so....I'm like........yeah!....Buddy ain't never done nuttin to me. That's y'all shit! When buddy crosses me, then, we'll deal with it accordingly; but until then......nah joe, I'on wanna hear that shit....Don't be trynna tell me how dude done beat you outta of a dub, or any other amount of money....shiiiiid, nigga done came through for me on many occasions;.......I don't care what the nigga said behind yo back; He ain't said nothin to me bout it!..........Who gives a fuck how lame that nigga is; we don't hang like that, so that's irrelevant to me.........I don't care if that nigga is cheatin on his broad; he ain't trynna get at mine!.......Who cares how much that nigga makes....my name ain't on that mu'fucka........I don't care what kinda ride he pushin; ain't my note!.......Yeah, he got a nice crib; but, I'm straight!.........yeah, his guhl tight; so is mine!........Regardless nigga, that's y'all shit! I ain't got (I know...... double negative), nor do I want anything to do with that shit...I'on want nobody else's drama in my life, so don't bring it to me......I can take pride in saying that I have NO ENEMIES......and if I did, as Steve Harvey said, "if you'on like me, nine times outta ten, I'on like yo black ass either," so the feeling's mutual, they cancel each other out;........and, I'm not trynna make any either...I make a conscious effort to do right by folks, and in return, they do the same.......that's why I ain't got beef with that nigga like you....we cool far as I'm concerned....hell, I hope me and you cool too.....shiiiid, you ain't done nuttin to me, and hopefully I haven't done anything to you!.......and that's how I roll........ain't got drama, don't want drama, so if you try to bring me some, save it, cause I'on wanna hear dat shit.

you must be out yo rabbit ass mind!!!!!!

yeah, I know, I'm neglecting my blog...yada, yada, yada......so what...I write when the urge hits, but ya gotta admit, this shit is interesting........

At any rate, as you may know, I'm in my zone again, so I gotta vent about the latest haps in my life...and don't worry, I'm gonna finish the "crumbs to bricks" series (cause it is indeed a series)....be patient, grasshoppa!

But the latest involves, yours truly, the ex.....y'all, this female sum'in else.....yeah, I married the chic, so I'm qualified to speak about her........she's a trip y'all!!!!

First, lemme give you a lil background on this thang here........me and this chic dated on and off for damn near 10 years before we said fuck it, let's get married...I know, what the fuck was I thinkin..but hey, I was raised in a 2 parent home, so I thought that would be the noble thing to do...good man, right? yeah, I know....plus, we had a child together......
so we get hitched on November 27th, 1999...reminds me of what FDR said about 12/7/41, the "Day that will live in infamy"...hindsight is a mu'fucka..........I just be damned...2 days after the damn honeymoon, what do I find, none other than a letter this broad wrote to her ex (silly broad always left rough drafts and shit lying around)....baby-girl's father....Folks that know me, know I always say I have 2 kids.....well, contraire mu fraire, or however Bart Simpson says that shit....technically, I only have one....Jr., my namesake, and my spittin image....one crumbsnatcher! But....I married this chic, 'nother nigga's child and all....yeah, one of her many indiscretions during those tumultuous 10 years...I wuddn't no angel my damn self, so I'm not trynna say she was ALL bad (we wuddn't married, either)....but she was hell! So anyways, I married this chic......granted, when baby-girl was still in the womb, she and I went back and forth on the "who's baby is it" trip many times.......She basically said, FUCK YOU, it ain't yours;

y'all, this was "ghetto love" at it's finest...had all the trappings, windshield smashings, tire slashings, confronting other females, (and males!!!!!!)......callin' the "white folks," showin out in public, Bonnie and Clyde typa shit.......all dat shit.......but, oh well. Married the broad anyway. Treated baby-girl as if she were mine, hell she'd been calling me Daddy since she was able to talk, so no biggie....plus, her Bio was somewhere in Florida adding to his basketball squad that he was so diligently working on.........

Anyway, the marriage was over before it got started....we lived together as hubby and wife for all of 9 months, and during those nine months she would dip and run over to Mama, who lived damn near a mile away; I'd come home from work, hers, and the kids' shit would be gone....many times....... so that's how that shit went....Fast Forward to now.......Me and her are divorced; yeah, I divorced her ass.....heffa couldn't find her own bed, so I had to dismiss her ass....If you know me, you know thats one thing I don't fuck around with, and that's marriage....as bad as some may want to call me, I don't disrespect the sanctity of marriage.....too many broads out here for that, don't need the headache or the curses that come with it....and throughout all of the bullshit, I hung in there...I don't believe in irreconciliable differences, that's bullshit to me, there ain't but one reason to me to get a divorce, and that's ADULTERY! I knew the heffa was cheatin, I just needed proof..couldn't go in court with no letters, or phone numbers, that's speculation....hearsay..... all that legalese bullshit...I needed rock solid proof......and I got it....and custody of Jr, to boot!.......however, I didn't go snatch him up and take him like I could have...didn't want to separate 'em...I know how those 2 are together...inseparable.....so what I do....I continue to be Daddy to her....a lot of cats have said....."man, you better than me....." and all that jazz, for continuing to do what I do for baby-girl, even though me and her mom's are history.....
Well, now that the kids are gettin older, and college is being mentioned, Ms Ex tells me, or asks me, rather....."what are you gonna do about "Amani".....I'm like, what do you mean what am I gonna do about "mama" (my pet name for her).......Are you gonna take a paternity test, give her your last name, etc.......

WHAT THE FUCK????????

Am I gonna do what? Have you bumped yo mu'fuckin head? when you had the opportunity to do this 8 yers ago you gave me your ass to kiss, and I still married your ass. Even when we were married, this coulda been done, but nah, you ain't wanna be married, you wanted to go through the motions and shit; But now that you see Jr. is the "heir to the throne," so to speak, you trynna make sure YOU get a piece of the pie....nah joe! Not in this camp...."this ain't about me, it's about her"......Ain't that what I said 8 years ago...and what did you do, better yet, what did you tell me? And if I'm not mistaken, didn't she see "COACH CARTER" this past Spring Break when they went to Florida? You trynna play both sides of the fence...."I ain't have nothing to do with that encounter.." Oh yeah, so how did he just so happen to know they would be in Florida? "Mama" sure as hell didn't call him.......what the fuck ever......you just trynna get paid...I know how you operate, and I know you have evil motives........but, as long as she calls me Daddy, "I'll be dat..." But I ain't signing shit! Hell, his name on the birth certificate, start with him.......if you ain't so sure, tell him to take a paternity test....but if you think I'm bout to do it, cause I'm here, and it would be so very easy, so you can try to gouge me for child support, when I'm already going above and beyond the call of duty........................You must be out yo rabbit ass mind!