PRICE OF THE BRICK GOING UP

Since I been out here I’m too distinguished for the Chinese spot classics like chicken and broccoli and bbq chicken wings with fried rice. I’m on shit like duck, frog legs, and lamb shit like that. Niggas been on boujee shit though y’all shoulda seen my crib in DC I thought I was Rich Porter with a luxury apartment in Edgewater. Nigga had a walk in closet my mother damn near opened my tax return with a pistol she wanted to know how much money I was making so bad.

Really my girl got me on this upper class eating shit I was still eating Popeyes when I met her. But the other day my comrade told me I live in the UK now so I can’t jack the hood nomore. He was obviously joking cause we snap on eachother like that all day. But it made me ponder foreal like damn am I at another level of bourgeoisie now? Is my hood card in question? Am I on the menu? It sure don’t feel like it the way the IRS on my fuckin body. I told the plug that he need me. I always emphasize WHAT I’m from more than WHERE. Because it can do down anywhere anytime so I have come to learn. Maybe to y’all reading this the where might matter. Because all the neighborhoods I lived in coming up ain’t nothing like what I hear y’all describe. But niggas in my hood be pretending we from the most dangerous place in the country cause of how it make them sound to come from there. And I feel em. But crime is a business. And I’m from 20k off CPNs, domestic disputes, and federal indictments. Where I’m at and where I plan to go could never erase that. Where finding a .22 in the garage is a joke to my mother and I cause that little ass gun ain’t nomore dangerous than the box cutter I used to bring to school. Fuck if only y’all knew how many knives I lost because of them surprise metal detectors thinking I could hide it in a bush and come get it after school. Whoever took my knives fuck y’all you fuckin thieves. I represent a certain area proudly. Loudly actually. And I represented it long before you all knew of me as Magnetic. I swore by this thing, this area I’m from where my parents met in the park one day. Where police held court around the corner from my grandmother’s house because a brother just got so fed up that he emptied the clip into a cop car. I think that was on like 104 or something.

I was on the southside visiting my other grandmother that day. Damn shoutout to God man I really met 3 of my great grandmothers and still have both of my grandmothers in my life right now. And one of my great grandmothers is still here and very healthy all praises due. It’s not lost on me how much of a blessing that is. But I’m also blessed with the awareness and the knowledge of who my people are to understand that this thing my people are plagued with is not exclusive to Southeast Queens. Nah jack I wear the feelings of the wolves in Brooklyn, the Bronx, Harlem, Staten Island, DC, Maryland, Philadelphia, Ohio, St. Louis, Chicago, Detroit, Atlanta, Alabama, Memphis, Houston, all the way to Cali of course. I think I get that type of shit from my pops though. He used to stay taking trips to Baltimore and Chicago tryna introduce some troubled young brothers to the music industry. Creating opportunities and resources dealing with some wild ass shit along the way. But then I recall how I got family on the route all over the country. Came out the mud I’m the cleanest. That’s why I am I so adamant about being in every ghetto. Because I represent the disease of greed, materialism, and insecurity. That makes us go to war over this land we once owned. Not understanding that the reason we feel so empowered by and connected to these blocks named after European men is because they did belong to our ancestors. Our tribal nature is still in full effect. Our misguided anger turned to gun violence, our ambition turned to drug dealing, way with words turned to womanizing and pimping, innovations in math, science, and technology manifested in digital banking fraud. I represent exactly that. Not a block. I represent a land mass that stretches from Maine all the way to my top shottas in Jamaica, Trinidad, and Grenada. I’m in da trap tryna network. Niggas gonna hear me soon enough tho. And I love my brother he’s probably more like family to me than a friend so I know he meant no harm with the joke he made. Rather, I know if anyone from our section was to question my neighborhood validity he would defend me. Not that that would ever fucking happen. But I find myself so torn up in that ignorance because I know the world is much bigger than this neighborhood we from. That we really all from the same neighborhood just referred to in a different language. And that’s the shit I’m tryna hip niggas too. But I will never hesitate to tell a nigga I’m from Northside and the niggas that run it know me very well. That the bosses used to be lieutenants who babysat me. And would come to my grandmothers house for Christmas dinner. How you just up and you aint helping ya mans out? These niggas don’t know nothing bout Granny house. Lmaooooooo free da bros man signing out go buy my book I ain’t get boujee still trap out the Prius.