I Really Mean It
Veteran
Phone blowing up thanks to lames asking me to step out to whatever bar or club at which they’re ringing in the New Year. I wouldn’t be so annoyed were it not for the fact none of these cats have shyt going for themselves. All of them are broke in some form or another, either working a dead end job that pays them pennies or doing even worse and living off the generosity of family and friends. I know some of you will ask why I have these kind of squares in my circle, to which I can only respond that they are genuinely good dudes who are a lot more authentic than the cats around here with money. I need to get the fukk out of Boston. Educated, motivated black people who are on code are nowhere to be found around here. It’s either broke and dusty cats, street dudes, or PAWGers. 





