Southern Slang

So I decided to attend a university where the majority is whites… coming from an area where the majority is black this was a huge jump... See everything that I had in my mind that would be a problem that would cause me to feel isolated was minor you know being able to get into parties, fitting in with the crowd, having a casual conversation…No the biggest problem I had was the English Language... You see I come from Atlanta, GA born and raised and the way we talk down there to them is country but how the hell is it country when I’m from the city...But As soon as I open my mouth these folks act like they don’t know shit I just said…See for me everything I say is English I’m not just some dumb nigga … But to them they think I am…a dumb nigga… Saying that the way I talk isn’t correct English...Since when was the way I talk incorrect...Or a better question who gave you the right to say that what I’m saying is wrong…Just as I figured a white man… after bringing my ancestors over from Africa and making them do jobs that your ancestors was lazy to do…Ripping them from everything that they had including their languages where in their homeland was correct. Making them work in the southern areas of the states where incorrect English is common between us southern folks…Because this was our stomping ground where we originated from unlike some families the blacks that stayed in the south was unfortunate enough to runaway to the north where everything was so much better…So we took what was left and created our own language, our own base, our own foundation that would forever distinguish us from any states that said otherwise... You see after slavery our ancestors was only left with little to no type of the correct English…and the white man was no where around to help he was too upset to the fact that his niggers was gone. So the fact that blacks didn’t have no one to teach them they created their own form of communications, because that’s all they needed was to communicate...So the fact that we speak a lil slow or a lil to fast with the innovative and beautiful sounds of broken English shouldn’t surprise you. We can give two fucks if you do or don’t this is the way we communicate…Just because its written down on a sheet of paper and forced into Webster  makes it right?? Wrong… once you close that book you in a world where you just need to communicate...Bet money yo proper ass won’t go to the ghetto where the weed smoke, hair spray and gun powder lingers and tell those folks that the way they talk is incorrect…And I bet money you get an improper ass beating and before you opened your mouth you was present tense but now your ass is past tense…Laying face down in the streets lips swollen shut…Can’t say nothing now…Not even the precious word help! But what you fail to realize is that all us southern folks aren’t dumb, in fact none of us are dumb we just express ourselves a little different...we have a jump on you folks an advantage that you don’t have and that’s the fact that we can communicate in both worlds yours and ours something that you can’t do…you see if we want a quick reference all we have to do is pick up a book…if you wanted a reference only hope you have is BET which is just that Black Entertainment Television not realizing that the shit that’s on that is some watered down…the real is in the streets not on some white sheet of paper. 

WHO AM I

Where does a boy who was born into a world full of pain, hurt and struggle, who was born into the hands of 17 year old teenager who didn’t know anything about a child, but only thing mother wanted from this boy was love…

A boy who takes on the name of a man who isn’t there and spent his life trick into thinking that his father was someone who wasn’t there and was finally told that his biological father is someone who also isn’t there… but this father doesn’t know that his son’s there either in his eyes he doesn't exist.

A boy who grew up in a single mother home with just him and his younger sisters and had to grow up fast watching teaching listening being a father figure for them because though they knew their fathers…they weren’t there, knowing that if someone tried to do anything to these ladies it was left up to this boy to protect and serve… but what does a boy do when he hears the screams of his mother in the bathroom as she’s being wrestle in a tub, and those screams are drown with that water, or watching her walk in public places with shades on where there is no shade needed, but you know that those shades are needed to cover up the abuse that only can be shaded.

A boy that grew up in the neighborhoods where drug dealers were your businessmen, gangs were your families, and school was your baby sitter and the rappers are just public speakers, and the only thing they pumping into our streets is the wrong things making the good things irrelevant. Only thing this boy is expected to end up in life is in jail or someone whose just living with his momma...with a child support notice at the age of 19. A boy who missed a stray bullet that if he was few inches taller that stray bullet would have took his life away. So I ask you what you say to this boy. 

But this boy who was able to find a safe hold that found a way out the sad streets to which he was brought up in. Ducking and dodging all barrels that were being thrown his way. Knowing that there is a life out there to where he doesn’t have to struggle. Cause like Big Boi said can’t gamble feeding your baby on that dope money, might not always be sufficient. A boy who took on the avenues of life by implementing the mistakes and failures from his surroundings, wisdom and the strongholds of a man from his grandfather, and the cool, ambitious style from his uncle. Taking all his pain n frustration to the only thing for a young nigga…football was his trigger to pull, head shot to the world of possibilities, knowledge was his foundation… books was his equation to add up the rewards and to create new ones, subtract all the distractions that’ll create a no one..But to multiply all of it together to reach the one…and only goal and that’s to be not that of a product of his environment.

This PLUTO business

In order to get a full understand what having a PLUTO mind means. I first must brief you into a little background about me. I was born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia (Grady baby) grew up in adamsville. Where things weren't bread and butter at all. I was exposed to everything but the right things at a early age. Learning about drugs, sex, and how to make a quick fix was the only thing flooding my head at the age of 7. Being the the only boy with a young single mother who had other kids to worry about, these facts alone was the recipe for disaster. Only positive figures I had in my life were my uncle and my granddad who were the only freedom from the street life I was surrounded around, but this happiness only came every other weekend. But the one thing that kept me from going under was the fact that I knew that whatever I was doing in the streets wasn't the way to success (well at least legal success). I looked at everything that was put in front of me and looked at the rewards and consequences. Meaning that every choice I made whether it be saying no to this or rolling with the crew for that. And which one mattered the most. But still most of the time it took no thought, I just had to do it. So I say I have a PLUTO mind because my thoughts manage to think outside of the box. Having the mindset to where everything I look at I generate in my mind to make it to where it's something nobody would have thought of or something that'll make no sense, but it make sense. Everything in this world was made by one being, and a lot of times one being in the world can make you think that the way things go in life is just how it goes. But my mindset can drift off to PLUTO. Which has a lot of relations with the planet, being that PLUTO is so far away from earth and it's one of the planets that can't be studied because no scientist can create an equipment that'll allow it to reach such a planet like PLUTO. Which is how process my thoughts at times to where I'm just on PLUTO and no one will be able to interfere with how I manage to process and do things...My mind would just be on PLUTO