i honestly dunno if i ever made my point fully. i'm sure i did,. but who knows yo?
I'm curious if anybody else has gotten any racist trolls lurking about on soundcloud (there rampant on youtube, but duh, youtube comments are the wild west of chat rooms. lol what's a chatroom? haha do those still exist?)
Anyway to my point;
I changed my soundcloud pic from a pitbull to a picture of me with a 9mm from when I was in the military, and apparently revealing my white skin upset a few people enough to somehow ignore the past 100 years of racial osmosis and come out swinging as ignorantly as possible leading immediately with, for example, "Ha! This guy thinks he's black! He's trying to be like us...etc" or "Why are you trying so hard to be a nigga? You ain't black whiteboi" and so on
Obviously this is quite likely just another case of anonymity syndrome (real name: Online disinhibition effect, but I like my name better hehe) And irregardless,
that is a redundantly redundant word, but I like to here myself talk, and words in which you can arbitrarily throw in an extra syllable or two, or three, or four, just allows me to continue my ramble on. Just as Led Zeppelin instructed me to. That song was written about me and this exact moment like 10 or 20 years before I was born, so that is some damn fine foresight those foolios had goin for themselves
Fuck
TL;DR somewhere a few lines down is the TL;DR conclusion. I'll leave it to you to decide where the summary ends and my sudden storytelling begins; I've got countless stories. I've done a lot of stuff in this life. I'm ready for a coffin at 31. oh and Also; I have a rule to never proofread my online comments. It makes for time-efficiency and a more interesting online presence lol Just curious if any other of my fellow rap wranglers had run afoul of these hate delivery folk who manage to reproduce well into the 21st century. I realize that the typical situation would involve a black folk being racisted by a white folk, but if that is the only option, that's racist. Seriously though, I'm far from concerned, I just have a serious sense of righteousness contained within me, and I can never just shrug off people being injusticed in my presence. In boot camp we had about 80 peeps in our division and everyone pulled out the ol' mob mentality and made fun of him relentlessly. I understood, the guy was a story-maker-upper-and-teller-whilst-expecting-people-to-buy-his-synthetic-history-lessons-type of guy, also chubby and clearly had been rather sheltered gathering from my observation of his mannerisms. So I fully understood that this was an 18 year old virgin nerd boy who was likely forced by his parents to join the USNavy and was not okay with his social sphere and felt made up stories would help him fit in. Instead, even the people in our division you'd expect rationality from were on the "We can't trust him bacause he makes up stories!" type shit talk and I watch the other 70+ recruits either participate or ignore the whole scenario. The moment I concluded in my mind that this guy was alone and being bullied by 80 dudes give or take, I lost my shit. I made a crazy fool of myself. I got in the group of guys who were near me and therefore I knew that they were in the act of being shitty and I made these intelligent folk aware of the situation that they let their human brains hide the truth from them. Via that sense of comraderie when you are on the winning side of a 2 group argument, regardless of how cruel the situation is. Plus I'm guessing they hadn't seen Full Metal Jacket, because that is how Pvt Gomer Pyle happened. But that is a selfish concern that my righteous shin bone isn't concerned with. To me, everything should be as even grounded as possible, when practical. Why do some fuckers get to be rich at birth? While other newborns find themselves with malaria which doesn't get to kill them because they starved to death too quickly? That is an inherant flaw in our global society. I realize there isn't a quick or easy solution to these things, but I believe that there is an ideal middle ground somewhere between Socialism and Capitalism, that would create the optimal amount of fairness distribution for ALL mofos shitting on our green/blue marble. Nobody should ever be born at such a ridiculously insurmountable disadvantage. I was born a white american male, and I can't believe how lucky I am in that, how much less of a target can you be? I'm not even jewish. That being said, however, as time marches along, I find myself finding more and more reverse-classical racism going on. Likely, it's the internet that happened, and now I'm more aware of other people who aren't of my demographic lifestyle, creating an illusion of suddenness. It's just a weird situation for me, because I'd argue in anybodies face if they were being unjust to anybody, especially for something as tired and played out as racism. And since people online won't know me as a person, upon a cursory username glance. And so when I find myself arguing at a black person about their blatent racism and how they don't get a free pass for being black, I can't help but feel like I look like some sort of White Panther or something, A man dedicating his life to the security of white folk in this unfair world. haha but no. Not even close. I'm idealistic to a fault. And if I didn't stand up for that kid in boot camp back in 2003, I would forever be haunted by the memory of the situation, and my disregard for someone who is me except with a different brain and body. Nobody is better than anybody based on their skin color or nationality. I'd stand up for a german in the 50s if someone was harassing them about being a nazi. Undoubtedly. The more daunting the oppressor, the more righteous adrenaline cocktail gets dumped into my neurotransmitter chemical-bus stop, allowing me to face and defeat far greater foes than I.
I even had to call CPS on my exgf a few years back. I really REALLY hated that it was gonna look like a spiteful move of tantrumism, but I had to. I watched her and her new bf shoot heroin in from of her bfs 9ish year old daughter. I was baffled. It's weird how some people change based on their nearby dominant personality. When she was with me, we were upstanding do-gooder drug addicts who may or may not have also sold drugs but justified it because I did or didn't only sell to drug addicts, I mean, honestly I find that to be wrong inherently. We called the cops on the neighboring hotel room one night because it sounded quite likely that the dude was whoopin his girls face off and while I follow the strict 'don't involve cops' mantra of the street people, there are certainly exceptions in my playbook. She was the one who called the cops that night. New guy: She's slamming dope now (we didn't slam dope together cuz duh) and doin it in front of a wee folk who has no defense of this absolutely appalling exposure. I started drug-faceness at like 14 so i was corrupted pre-adult-smarts, and therefore had no chance to dodge that addiction bullet. Once you've lived with drugs, you will ALWAYS know that feeling, and therefore, you'll never get to not know what drugs are like again. Which is utter bliss if my imagination is correct. I fantasize on occasion about what it must be like to not even have a thought on amphetamines or opiates or cocaine and cocaine accessories, or beer, or even weed. I'll always wish I had a couple vicodin, or an 80mg Oxycontin in it's blueish green shell that you scrape off with your fingernail so you can break it into either 2 or 4 pieces and then smoke each piece individually off the dull side of some non-heavy duty aluminum foil of the Reynold's Wrap namebrand. Anything else is a pain in the dick. Buy a cheap brand: Foil too thin, holes burn through the foil within minutes and drug wastage begins. Heavy Duty? Ah fuck. Foils too thick and therefore takes an extra second or two to cool down and makes it harder to cease ignition in a well-times fashion, also to minimize wastage. On topic tangentially: Don't ever put your meth in a dirty pipe, or an old pipe. Or any pipe that isn't brand new, 5$ under the counter at your local corner store of the "weed pipes sold here" variety. Trust me it's always always worth it. 20 bucks worth of dirty will get 10 people high if none gets wasted in a shitty pipe. That same amount might not get 2 people high in a shitty pipe. It's absurd how wide the margin is between the two. Oh, and don't reuse your cottons. Unless you really, really have to. Cigarette filters work. Unsmoked! or i dunno what haha uh. gross. slamming nicotine and tar residue sounds like suicide. Or a gross infection. Also, don't ever do a goofball, which is meth and heroin in the same needle simultaneously. Because they're too good and you'll always want another one if you could. It's an absurd rush if you don't use regularly. I've been 99% clean for like 4 years now give or take a year. The couple times I've dabbled in that time were simply reminders of why I left the life. It took til I was 30, but I got here. All my teeth in tow even! Meth for 15 years ain't got shit on me! lol but seriously, drugs are only so bad until you stop eating/sleeping/brushing teeth/start picking the skin off your face. Once these things join the melee, all bets are off.
Anywho; Thanks for your time whoever you are who got this far! Congratulations! Here! Have the reward of modern underground rap, the answer to all those dickbags saying shit like, "Rap sucks since 2pac and biggie died" and all that Nostalgic bias for the 90s. Rap now is BETTER THAN IT'S EVER BEEN, HANDS DOWN. I'll argue with anybody who wants to give it a shot, but I use words to my unfair advantage so it's prolly best ya'll just admit i'm always not wrong when I know what I'm talking about. Yeah, you know it's true. lol