"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!”