Hustling bus transfers
smoking shorted squares
ordering deli meat by the dollar, not by the pound
food stamp cards with PIN's that don't work right
coupon hustling
leaving expensive, hard to carry ish at the bottom of the shopping cart
stretching that kool aid... with more water and sugar
pushing pop bottles
letting go of your favorite CDs to cover that pawn ticket
in the lobby of the courthouse praying that the arresting officer no-shows
getting thru the line at county hospital in less than 4 hours
getting that extra chicken wing in your order
irregular sized joints... special priced to move
display models
the cable not being cut off
finding the right customer service rep that'll extend your due date
not getting that scrilla in the mail when you promised everybody...
traffic moving too damn slow on the way to that sure bet interview
seeing your old classmates at your worst...
not being able to get popcorn at the movies
spending your kicking it money to keep the lights on because...
getting sick and not getting the rest you need because the kids need you
missing the last slot in that pre req you need next fall
financial aid check short
not enough gas the day before payday
going to church just to get a hot meal at someone's house
hog head cheese
potted meat
hot dogs on sale for 99 cents... you know, breakfast, lunch and dinner?
hitting the back door at the back of the bus
hustling dubbed mix tapes
boosting for resale to make rent
getting a payday loan to pay off that other payday loan
celly getting cut off the week you're waiting for that call
merching your vicodin ($10 a pop... sheeeyit!)
moving all of your DVDs
giving plasma
your futon/bed/couch/table/bookcase
calling that spot to get in on that medical research ish
scalping your cousin's tickets to the game
coming home in the stealth of night to avoid the landlord
sitting with the lights off so no one knows you're home
using your overdraft protection
Bor.ders being your library
free internet at the public library... that lasts 45 minutes
or just bouncing that check because you have to
spending your last dollar on that lotto ticket
standing in the free cheese line
and actually using that powdered milk
and that cheese
the 99 cent menu
foam rollers masquerading as a mattress
scooping all of the free coupons BK and KFC outta the building vestibule
dark meat - 3 pieces for $1.99
the 10 cent sale
Buy one get one...
getting over on them cee-lo and craps cats on the corner
messing with the blackjack table with your last $100
copping wears from the goodwill and salvation army spots
not being able to express your frustration properly
crying because it hurts to be isolated and alone in partial poverty
being able to afford bullshit off the dollar menu but not the healthy shit
younger cats with ice, rims and fat pockets vs you and your degree(s) and being broke
washing the same 3 shirts over by hand, rotating them in the same workweek
stealing from the school cafeteria
getting drunk to forget your troubles
window shopping at the dollar store
getting your cousin to 'flip' your tax return
selling Sam's Club candy bars to get car fare...
no AC in July, sweating it out at 2am... on the floor
loosing the joints you put in lay away
that old-ass radio that can't get the station
sleeping thru the gunshots
not calling your mama when you know you need to, but just can't
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Whatchu Know About It?
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Sheeeit brotha Hassan. I had a few classic joints of my own but they seemed to pale in a very distant comparison to yours. I think you got every corner covered man. Not to mention nodding in agreement to quite more than I should be. At least, most of them have passed me by as I've gotten older. EZ
I could relate to so many and others I am glad to say that I haven't had the opportunity!
Be good to you! ((muah))
Damn.
Damn.
Damn.
Damn. Damn. Damn. is right. I can absolutely relate to many of these. Many days I should have called my mama, many days bruh...
Peace and blessings
More than I'd care to remember...thank God they're memories....at least most of them anyway.
Keep on keepin on, my bruh.
So real! I can recall days of my youth in poverty and add a couple more to your already extensive list.
I'll keep you posted when I give you a shout and blog about them.
Thanks for the trip down memory lane.
WOW
Gosh I had to think about all of those knowing I know about it
Struggle and resistance builds muscle mass! (Spiritual, physical, emotional, and inspirational)
Thanks for telling my life story....
*lol*
window shopping at the $1 store...
all day.....
How you sleep through gunshots?
Viacadin?
Im not trying to split hairs - everyone has a right to their own reality - but the things you wrote in this post are still better than being a homeless child.
L
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