Meet Uncle Lou
Transcript Started: 03/14/18 12:37 p.m.
Ya’ know, my nephew right. The air outside is heavy, and my nose can pick it all up. I can smell bullshit from a mile away. I be like, don’t speak, I been smelt the bullshit. Its on ya’ breath.
So you can sense when somebody being fake?
Fake, real, stupid, smart, kind, stupid. The smell of stupid is loud and distinct. Maybe cuz I was so stupid, but I got an immaculate sense of smell. I gotta talk smart around y’all. But yeah Muthafuckin’ immaculate. And now and days when I sit on the porch its like my nose can pick up the scent of everything. A wave of smells that wash up the city. I can smell everyone’s voice, vibe, litter, struggle, goals, passion the list goes on. Its a lot goin’ on out here. But lokey 90% of it be bullshit. Nothing really be goin’ on but a whole lot of nothing. Ya’ feel me?
And why is that?
Cuz folks spoiled. They ain’t got no purpose. I can sense that too.
You got six senses?
Naw I got seven. Pun intended. We recording?
Yeah. Thats cool right?
Yeah thats what I came here for.This for y’all website right? I hate recordin’s, cuz that pig shit, but I can smell the king on y’all, I see y’all good people. And I can probably teach somebody somethin’. So ask me the right questions. I actually got some questions I want y’all to ask me. They in my pocket.
*He reaches in his pocket and passed us a folded piece of paper.*
We starting right? Where that mic at?
*We showed him the recorder was our phone. He leaned towards it and said…
My name Uncle Lou Bitch!
So we decided to do this interview because when one of our Uncles read the story he said he wanted to learn more about the story. Like your story, Alice story, the whole back story, but especially your story. He liked you.
Well thats cuz I’m likable.
Well, we also had somebody at our job – she ain’t like you.
Fuck her. Naw I’m playin’, I know I can be somethin’ else, i’m out there, outlandish, and outstandin’. Hell yeah. Y’all can use that in one of your songs.
Are you typically a likable person?
When I was a shorty people liked me. I was a young handsome caramel boy with the pretty hair, and the charisma to match. If people ain’t like me its cuz they envied me, or cuz I fucked they sister or cuz they was folks, but that folks shit was gang banging, it ain’t have nothing to do with my personality. Honestly, if they ain’t like me its cuz I invited them to. Or like i said, I fucked they sister. So i must’ve cracked ol’ girl from your job, or her sister.
Lol okay, but, you invited them in? Explain that.
By bein’ outspoken I shared my energy with everybody, but that go both ways, if I share myself with everybody, in return, i’m givin’ them an opportunity to share themselves with me. From they opinions to they misery. That comes with havin’ a loud personality, you put yourself out there and risk invitin’ all sorts of energies and personalities. But I was blessed.
How were you blessed?
Because most of the people I surrounded myself with were loyal and truly loved me to some degree. You see, I was funny and friendly, but that funny shit risky, if you ain’t funny you become the joke. But I had the talent of being loud, persuasive, funny and likable. That was a blessing, and like i said before, folks that rocked the other fence were jealous ass chumps or they were just following the law of the land.
Okay, would you say your charisma natural?
Naw, I got that from my uncle. His name was Luther, he was my favorite uncle. Thats where I got my name from.
Wait, you were named after your Uncle?
Naw I was named after my donor, my uncle name was Luther and I thought he was so cool. He had the gold tooth, dressed smooth, the pimp walk, the ladies and when we were kids he would always give us money, and not no dollar bill. Like 20’s, just so we can show off to the other broke kids. Which was pretty twisted cuz we were all broke. Bout po as piss. We all had relatives that were street rich, which ain’t shit, but i digress. I wanted to be like him so i started calling myself Uncle Lou. I was first called Lil Luther, but when I got old enough to put control on my name I started telling everybody “my name Uncle Lou Bitch!”
What’s your real name?
That is ain’t no job interview. Don’t worry about my government young blood.
Okay my bad.
Naw you good. You see my pops wasn’t in the picture, and thats all the clout I’ma give him. But his brothers and sisters were around. It was two of us from moms, but we lived in a full house, all our cousins dam near lived with us because moms was the grandma in the family, she took care of all the kids, so our cousins were like brothers and sisters too. And since my momma took care of everybody’s seed we were exposed to so much wisdom. Everybody parent would come through the crib, all sorts of grown people. From hustlers, boosters, bootleggers, and just good old regular people trying to make it out the Hornets. Thats where we from. The Hornets. Anyway, all these grown people were like role models we could choose from and I chose Uncle Lou. And from that came me. The Real Uncle Lou.
The Real Uncle Lou?
I use to say that to him. “I’m the Real Uncle Lou!” and then he would say, “naw you the Little Uncle Lou.” But right before his dying days he would call me the The New Uncle Lou. Almost like he knew he had to pass that on. Ya’ feel me.? Ay, REST IN PIECE MY UNCLE LOU!!!
Dam, so family values were strong in your house?
Hell naw! It was selective. Grown ass people would show favoritism and they do it with no shame. Sometimes they’ll make it a competition like “I treat my favorites better than you treat yo favorites.” But Uncle Lou ain’t play that. Like i said, he’ll give us money but if he had to shut it down he’ll throw me and my sister a U.S. Grant.
So Uncle Lou was Alice’s chosen idol too?
Hell naw, she would benefit from his favoritism because of me. And Uncle Lou knew I loved my sister, everyone knew that. I use to be like, “did you get Ice some money too?”
Ice, Alice nickname was Ice? How come?
Cuz she was a cold ass muthafucka. Boy she was cold as rocks. Complete opposite from me. She was quiet, to herself, and she wasn’t charismatic. She was a scary, tough muthafucka. She was a pretty thorn but not a rose ya’ feel me? Check it out. 7 kids in a small ass one bedroom apartment and she still had her own space. Like, how you get yo’ own space in that type of ‘old lady in a shoe ass house?’ I tell you how, she demanded it and got it.
So she was respected and stern. Where she get that from? Who was her chosen idol?
I don’t even know. I mean, it was some ugly grown folks, but they ain’t fuck with kids, they ain’t fuck with they own kids. And Ice just ain’t fuck with nobody. She was even anti-social with moms. But never disrespected her, she was very obedient and loved her dearly. And Ice got shit done. I don’t even know what she was doing for work but she was bringing money in the crib at age 14. She would buy food, and ration that shit out like water. Yeah, you know what, she wasn’t the oldest but we looked up to Ice right after moms. It was moms and then Ice. So I guess on that level, as far as leadership, she got that from moms, we loved Ice. Then again we had to look up to her. She was tall a muthafucka . With her giraffe body ass.
So explain your sister role in your life?
Man thats a good question. Check it out. When we was little she was the one everyone was scared to get mad, but we knew she loved us because she was the one you got when it was time to fight.
If somebody was picking on you, boy or girl, kid or adult, you got Ice. She knew when to box, she knew when to get a bottle, she knew when to get creative, like put a lock in a sock, and she knew when to get somebody.
So if it was a older dude doing us dirty and she knew she couldn’t really get down with him, she knew people that would support her. She knew who to get ‘em, and she was respected by everyone because of her attitude and beauty. Some people wanted to be by her side just cuz she was pretty. Ya feel me?
But that “i’ma get Ice on you” role ain’t last long cuz after awhile people knew what it was. Like you gotta be stupid not to know Ice will fuck you up or get you fucked up, so fall in place.
As we got a little older her role was actually a positive one or could’ve been if i paid attention. You gotta understand young blood, our childhood was pushed on fast forward, despite our level of maturity or even understanding of life, we had to grow up quick. So when we were 14, 15, 16, we were already working, dropping out of school, smoking weed, fucking, driving, ALL THAT!! Even the smart ones went through school quick, skipping grades and graduating early. Thats how life was, but it was a purpose though. We had to do that, the land demanded that. It was law. It was either grow up fast or get left behind, and get caught in the storm.
Yeah, the storm, you know them crazy ass people that be chasing storms, well dammit the storm was chasing us. And that storm was gangbanging, the cops, guns, yo momma, yo pops, yes yo momma and pops would leave yo ass behind if you wasn’t catching up, leave you behind on some animal planet shit or kick you the fuck out. So we had to grow up fast before that storm caught up, before life caught up. Hell yeah, and I just made that up. Y’all can use that. Thats a metaphor right?
It’ll be consider more like an analogy than a metaphor.
Well you can fix that later. Don’t have me looking stupid out here.
Naw man this beautiful, much wisdom and insight.
Thanks young king, let me light this ya dig up.
*He pulls out a swisher light a flame to it* So continue with Alice role?
*He pauses to blow smoke in the air, and slightly coughs.*
Little Ice could’ve impacted me in a positive way cuz she was focused. Stayed in school and stayed out of trouble, focused on goals, focused on getting out of the Hornets nest. Ya heard me? But by that time I was 13 following Uncle Lou image. I started sellin’ drugs and gangbangin’. I was a Four (4) Corner Hustle. But not like these soft sweet cream puff ass niggas, riding a wave not knowin’ how to swim, ya feel me?
How was gang banging back then?
Back then niggas had order. Loyalty. Sometimes we had to get permission to pop a muthafucka, and we wasn’t scared of no pig. We hit our muthafucking mark. These boys talkin’ about Chiraq. Well we must’ve been the muthafuckin’ Chicago Holocaust or some shit back then. Cuz we was killin’ for real for real. The murder rate in the 90’s was twice the murder rate right now.
AND WE WAS MAKING MONEY AND WE WASN’T SHOOTING NO LITTLE KIDS!!!
But that type of gang banging don’t exist no more, gang banging dead.
So how did it all start for you? Gang banging?
It started with small shit. Like, in our buildings the lights to the stairs and hallways was like street lights. They’ll turn on at night, problem was, some of them wouldn’t turn on. I say this because like i said, I was blessed, my building was held down by the 4’s. So if you wasn’t under the fin boy we’ll fuck you up in them dark ass hallways. Pitch black in them hallways. And a little thick cap would get fucked in them stairways. But thats how it was when I was like 12 and 13. I would play basketball and when the older boys came around I’ll slide with them acting older than I was, a little nigga with heart, them older boys respected that, they saw me like potential, potential to be that nigga. Ya’ feel me? But I was outside, living life, playing ball, but observing, I wasn’t slinging but I’ll bag it up, I ain’t own a strap but I’ll stash it, and I listened. If them boys told me to go back with the shorties I’ll listen cuz I knew they was on some other shit.
ROBBIN’!! Them older boys did heavy robbin’ Crazy niggas stealin’ from trucks and shit. Doin’ home invasion at white folks cribs. Crazy. But at night when I was suppose to be back at home I’ll be in them dark ass hallways, hitting my mark. I’ll be with young boys, more close to my age, jumping niggas, slinging a little weed and getting my pole wet. I popped cherries in them hallways. I also got blessed in them dark hallways. For five minutes, them older boys jumped me in, and lo and behold, got my ass beat and I was 4. I was happy as hell, stupid as hell, just wanted to belong somewhere and be that much more closer like my Uncle Lou.
Them hallways was like the preview for the streets. Almost like it was getting us ready. And after awhile the 4’s used the whole building for they traffic. So we was pushed out and forced to the real. By that time I was 14. This when I was real hard headed. I was a 4, you couldn’t tell me nothin’. I copped a burner and got some work and shiiit I started working. But when I was pushed out them hallways I should’ve stayed my ass in them class hallways with my sister.
So Alice was in school?
Yeah, she was a poster child. She was real smart in school but them white folks knew where she came from. Well, naw, they ain’t know shit, but they would’ve liked to act like they knew, and wanted to play savior. So she got a lot of opportunities in school because she was a poor pretty smart black girl. She took advantage of them pitting her. And she was a freshman in college by the time she was 16.
You don’t think they really wanted to help her?
Hell naw. True help is when somebody truly want to see you progress. Now ain’t nothing free, but you know its real help when they continue to help you, when they see you trying, even though you loosing. With her it was like, “we finna help you but don’t fuck up.” Don’t never loose, don’t be human. They stop messin’ with her after she came back from her pregnancy. That ain’t true help. It should’ve been like, “dam now you got a baby? lets make sure we keep helping you.” It ain’t like she slipped up on her grades or nothin’, she had to leave cuz she finna give birth. But maybe if I was focused ,me, her and her Love could’ve been a strong positive team.
Did you know Eldric’s father?
Naw not like that. Ain’t really fuck with him heavy ‘till he got locked.
So explain y’all relationship.
We really ain’t have no dam relationship I didn’t even like buddy at first.
Cuz he was fucking my sister. I saw how people felt.
So you ain’t like him because he was with your sister?
Naw young blood I’m playing. I actually saw he was a good dude. We had actually fought together before. I mean, I ain’t know him like that when that happened. We just knew the same people, they got some people to come fight at a school, and they people got some people, and in that mix he came through. Which I’m surprised cuz he ain’t seem like the type to jump in bullshit. Like with him, it seem like it needed to be a real reason, it probably was but i ain’t know it.
So y’all ain’t bond or nothing after y’all rolled together to the school?
Hell naw, and doin’ that time I ain’t know he was fucking my sister. Doing that time i ain’t know him at all. I was just like dam, we got this big black giant on our side? We finna be straight.
But yeah, we ain’t have no relationship, but I knew he was special. He was the only boy I saw my sister entertain. And like i said. Ice wasn’t emotional, she kept that in check. But with him she was loud. Like she talked yelled and showed her true colors with him, and I was jealous cuz I was like dam, she don’t even do that with me, and I’m her only brother. That man could bring the emotions out of her like seeds from a watermelon, but he was just like her, naw worse, cuz I ain’t see him do the same. HE ALWAYS ACTED CALM AND CHILL AND SHIT. What my man Dave call it? Equanimous. Thats how he was. Despite all the bull shit he was reserved. He was too dam cool for me. Smooth Jazzy Ass Nigga.
So you ain’t like him because he was close to your sister in a way you wish you were close with her?
Yeah man, and I felt like he took her for granted because like i said, he wouldn’t show his emotions back. And I’m just like man, you better appreciate that my sister showing she give a fuck
But in retrospect he was just mature. He mastered control. He mastered controlling himself so he mastered controlling the life around him, thats why i was surprised when i heard he got pinched. I was like for real?. But i gotta thank the mans. After he got locked up me and Ice talked more.He was a good man, and showed Ice its okay to be open. Hell yeah.
So y’all grew closer once he got locked up?
Hell yeah. She said I was the first person, outside of him, to know she was pregnant. She told me before she told moms. And she even tried to have me hang out with her at her school. Tellin’ me stuff like the girls up there smart, pretty, and they’ll be on me cuz of where I’m from. Ha! She knew how to sway me, but at that point she just wanted some company cuz she was lonely. Sad and pregnant. And she ain’t show it but I know she was nervous. I caught her crying for the first time, but never told her and shiiit that made me nervous. Nervous as hell.I tried to be there for her, for a couple months I wasn’t bangin’ hard but with my sister. We was close but then my dumb ass got locked up.
Man my nephew was born, Uncle Lou died, Ice told me she don’t know what she finna do about school and money cuz that little school program was kickin’ her out, all this shit started happenin’ and I had to ask myself what to do. She told me about Eldric’s father, I thought about my uncle, my donor, it all started spiraling around me: the pressure, the race, the chase, the storm. I had to ask myself, what am I finna do, who am I finna be? And i told myself I gotta be the New Uncle Lou. A 15 year old talkin’ about “I gotta be the new Uncle Lou!” Uncle Lou was a grown ass man doin’ his thing and I was a kid tellin’ myself I gotta bring the bread in, pay for my sister education, take care of moms, and feed my nephew. Shit was real so I started robbin’ niggas. I’m talkin’ R.O.B.B.I.N.G. niggas
Its funny how life come full circle. Cuz them older boys I was hangin’ with, that jumped me in, they robbed folks. I ain’t think to myself like dam, “what happened to them?” Cuz no lie, I ain’t seen them boys since we was kicked out them stairways.
But it was me and my mans Springfield. I’ll convince somebody to drive or look out for us. Yep, I was the mouth piece and Springfield just looked scary, he was the muscle.
Anyway, me and Springfield would rob dealers, pimps, hoes, tricks, wasn’t nobody safe. We ain’t have nothing but time, 16, 15 year olds scoping folks out on some recon shit, we’ll plan the shit out like chess, and hit the mission like a commercial. Got in and got out. We knew when the feds was watching folks. We’ll use that to our advantage like alright, if feds watching them then they got money. Boy if the feds had money we would’ve robbed they ass too. FUCK IT!
But no lie, I was a little crooked, cuz I’ll rob vice lords too, and them little Mexican 4’s over there by the Austin, like fuck them, I gotta feed my family. But we had a winning streak for 7 months or so. From December to June. And May was stupid, around Memorial Day we robbed a gun store out by Indiana with some mo’s. I don’t know how the fuck we got away with that but we did that shit. And I was sitting pretty.
Do you think you was changing around this time?
Yeah, I was more quiet. Like my whole thing was eat, smoke, fuck, and keep bullets in my thumper, which was easy cuz the whole idea wasn’t to shoot nobody, if we did shit right. Occasionally, I’ll light my burner for the nation. Having shoot outs across the project buildings, stupid shit. But for the most part I was cool. Fuck sleep i ain’t need it.
My homie Springfield though. He got more loud, he use to be silent, but the money got to him. He bought all sorts of shit and was just flashy. I ain’t think nothing of it, cuz while niggas ain’t know, niggas knew, we wasn’t meant to be fucked with.
We was young niggas getting money and hitting lics like good pussy. As long as our chief was cool with it we was cool. Now he ain’t know about the Spanish 4’s and them. Ha!, but he was cool, he just say, “make sure it don’t draw back to us.” It was just two niggas doing what we needed to do. And the look out or driver was with the nation but we had rights to smoke them if they fucked up. I mean legit kill them if it came down to it. Cuz our chief got a piece of all our hits, and we were knights on the chess board, ya feel me?
We wasn’t blood thirsty or power hungry, just money hungry so we moved different. I think that kept us level headed and valuable. Anyway, shit went bad when we tried to rob an armored truck. N that was my fault cuz of two reasons. Number 1. Springfield wanted to bring his cousins in the lic cuz he wanted to share the love. I ain’t care about love just the return. But I’m like, this may need more people, but lokey may not. I ain’t know. I was skeptical, and I ain’t never been skeptical. Joe! I ain’t never used that word before. So that was my first sign.
We planned on robbing this Amtrak truck on some Dead President shit and it went south. Praise God nobody got killed cuz that felony murder charge is a muthafucka. Look that up if you don’t know about it “felony murder.”
But it was my fault a little. Second sign I fucked up is when i fucked up. We approached them guards but they wanted to play hero so I shot they ass up a little. Just a little bit. Them niggas that was with us got shook, acting slow, moving slow, driver ain’t know how to drive. We all spit and it was five of us, four of us got caught. Since I was a minor they gave me the lesser charge. and they hit the oldest with the most. He took that shit too. No snitchin’ we was a different breed. He just asked to pass his cut to his family. Anyway, they gave me 5 years, and when I got out, everything changed. Twenty-one and I had a 6 year old nephew.
Would you say you were like Eldric’s father?
Hell naw! Eldric’s father was like a unique stereotype. His execution was different, more passive with a larger impact on the culture, an impact that helped the life of the crime. Mine was the cliche more aggressive choice with a smaller impact. When it came to crime I was more like a pawn in the scheme of things, he was the real knight.
But you asked me earlier about our relationship. Really, it wasn’t till I got locked up and I became sympathetic and empathetic. The distractions of all the bullshit wasn’t in the air, so we got close. I started writing and I paid that expensive bill to talk to his dark ass. He was almost like an older brother, helping me raise his nephew who I treated like my own son. It was beautiful as hell. Two grow men working together to raise another man. Thats how it should be.
So when we first started this recording you said you wanted to teach the youth. What could they learn from you? Cuz it sounds like you lived a fast life with a small price. 16 years of fun ended with a five year sentence and a happy ending.
Naw young blood, it wasn’t no happy ending. When I came back home my moms passed away. I missed her funeral. Ice had to stop with her goals for college. She had to take care of the funeral by herself. And a lot of our cousins were gone to. Gone to jail, gone off the drugs, gone to never turn around again or just gone back to the source, it was sad. I was just blessed.
Check it, when I was locked up a shorty said she was pregnant with my child, come to find out she was lying. And on the D.L.. I was happy. Cuz she was stupid, and I messed with her cuz her sex was stupid, but that made me stupid, we was both stupid so we would’ve had a stupid baby. Real talk, that baby would’ve been set back. I didn’t want that for my child or my nephew.
So you see, I was blessed a couple ways. I was around a area that was secured by my gang. I ain’t have to cross territory to click up. I wasn’t too heavy in the gang just on my own shit. And when I was bangin’ I was blessed not to get killed or see my homies die before my eyes. And even with the charge, I got that as a minor so it didn’t spill over. I was able to get a job, I just ain’t have no education. But Ice helped me get my G.E.D. and get on my feet. And check it young blood. That fifth nigga that ain’t get caught kept my stash. Its funny cuz I thought I had to lokey do him dirty but he was honorable. It was a pretty break. Used it to pay for my G.E.D. and used this shit called work study to work at the school. Me and Ice persevered. It wasn’t smooth, I lost love ones I wont be able to say goodbye to. Juvy wasn’t sweet neither, I got my ass whooped a few times. and seen some fucked up shit. And I struggled afterwards. But it could’ve been worse, way worse.
What is your reflection from your youth?
It was senseless but made sense. We lived fast, but thats why our end came quick. Its like this, if we grow up quick all we doing is moving quicker to death, so when we was dying and getting locked up as shorties it was like a 19 year old dying at 30 or a 20 year old serving life but his soul 40. Our problem was our maturity to handle and execute that acceleration. Like, if we had it altogether me Ice and her Love, we could’ve maybe been tackling stocks and bonds, and flipping houses, even if I used my street money to invest in somethin’ positive or legit, maybe I wouldn’t been trying to progress in robbery cuz I’m progressing in somethin’ better. But we tried our best despite against the odds. I would say, I ain’t have a true childhood. Just an era of reckless behavior, tackling a purpose that we wasn’t ready to tackle, but we had ambition. We wasn’t lazy, or weak.
Alright, alright, we feel your reflection. But earlier you was also talking about purpose, saying the youth now and days don’t move with a purpose. Can you explain that?
Yeah young blood. so these boys and girls out here actin’ reckless but its like for what? I hear them sayin’ they doin’ what they wanna do, they actin’ like some dumbasses because they choose to. They have so much pride with their choice. They so happy to say they doing this and that cuz they want to, but we weren’t doing what we were doin’ cuz we wanted to. We was adjusting to the environment. Like animals we was following nature and dodging the storm.
It was either that or be gone most of the time, like Ice, but until you gone for good you finna always have that setback, because you gotta come back. Ice was smart and had goals but needed love, and I guess she was advanced to know the love around her wasn’t healthy enough to embrace so when she found the right love she went all the way with it, lokey, immaturely.
And her Love was advanced in taking control in a land full of fake power, poverty, pride and lack of control, but when things got a little out of control he took control in an area that naturally have to spin out of control in order for it to survive.
My point is we all had these good and useful characteristics but used them to survive in the area we were born in. And that area changed them into negatives. An area that constantly pulled us down like gravity. And the laws of gravity don’t discriminate, ya feel me?
But you said earlier y’all chose your idols, and you chose an idol that perhaps lead you to the wrong path. no?
Yeah and no. I chose him but only because I naturally gravitated to him. I didn’t know nothin’ about what he was doin’, I was just lookin’ at the surface and my moms never told me to stay away from Uncle Lou, she never spoke no type of ill will so i thought he was cool and he showed me love, and I loved him too, so I thought it was cool to want to be like him.
This generation though goofy cuz they got examples from my generation and even my uncle generation of what happens when you do XYZ. I understand life is hard and some places are just like mine, but they have more tools and resources. They use excuses or they just glorify dumb shit, but they know the consequences. these niggas got parents telling them to stay in they place “don’t be in whoowhoo face,” “naw don’t be hanging out around the liquor store.”
Shorties got mommas slaving like my momma, but they mommas slaving and showing them good results, buying these niggas jordans and shit, feeding them three times out the day everyday. niggas drivin’ they momma’s whip but flodgin’ harder then a stiff nipple talkin’ ‘bout its hard out here, “we really out here,” dumb shit.
My momma slaved but ain’t show me what Uncle Lou showed me. And Uncle Lou aint show me how to get what he showed me. Uncle Lou aint looked fucked up, and he ain’t tell me, “look nephew, i’m really fucked up, I’m an alcoholic that keep getting locked up,” So I took the love from everyone around me and shaped it to be what made sense to me. Everybody was too busy or working to hard to truly raise a muthafucka. And I love my people, I don’t blame them cuz they tried they best, but I tried my best too. These kids don’t try they best. They just trying, just to try it, they ain’t got no true purpose. some just choosing to try dumb shit. I know some don’t choose shit and born into fucked up circumstances but they got resources and they choose not to try those resources. And some just trying to prove a point that won’t pop a balloon.
Do you think we worse than y’all.
Naw just more spoiled. But not worse, niggas in my generation need to chill with that shit too though, I be hearing niggas talkin’ to young niggas about they glory days. Glory days my ass, they aint got shit, they ain’t got the tissue to wipe they ass from them glory days. we ain’t got shit from it. Everything i accomplished came after my glory days even my love carla,
Shout out to Carla, I call her Mercedes, cuz when she drop that top she ride me like a Benz.
Y’all can use that in on of y’all little songs, it can be a chorus or something.
But yeah, y’all just spoiled, or ripe. You got stupid spoiled or ripe, and my generation gotta take responsibility for the stupid spoiled.
But y’all not all bad, just like we not all bad. My nephew proof of that. Y’all proof of that. I mean look at y’all. Who the fuck told y’all to write books and make websites? Y’all people probably did right? And y’all listened to the right people. Shit beautifully ripe. So y’all not worse but the ones thats stupid is really fucking stupid. Y’all stupid muthafuckas just some stupid muthafuckas. But y’all also got smart muthafuckas thats so smart it make me feel stupid. Like dam, let me see what they doing let me keep up so I don’t get hit by the new storm.
Whats the new storm?
The stupid prideful old man storm. let me stay young, wise, and humble forever. We can learn from y’all.
So do you believe you got nothing from your past?
Shiiit I developed characteristics strengths and even weakness that helped me grow. but I could’ve got those under better circumstances I ain’t have to go through all that shit. My nephew ain’t done a pubic hair worth of shit I did. But he better at me then what i was at 17.
How you think he got like that?
The boy listens to his elders, he listens to the city, and he learns from it, I smell the shit he listen to the shit.
What Ice do?
She scare the shit.
What yo moms did?
She hug the shit. She found value in dirt. You can be a worthless good for nothing bum and she’ll still make you think good about yourself. She was one of them lovely optimistic ass mommas. She always thought I was so nice and such an angle, she knew I was out there but she always thought I would stop and go back to school and finish college, she was one of them mommas, thinking everybody was special, so she made shit special, but its like naw momma, it ain’t special its just shit. I wasn’t shit, and I been trying to change that since I got out, cuz her death can’t go in vain. She played her role all the way. Ya’ feel me?
So whats your role?
My role is to chill. I’m not no MLK, I’m not big, I know my spot, I’m just worried about my family, my small little circle, love and raise my kids, fuck my wife tremendously, and help my sister. my shit is macro, I’m at macro level, macroroni and cheese got dammit. Family and money.
I hear that so I guess we can ask these questions you got right here?
Dam boy, you wanna do more?
I mean we want to ask some of these questions.
Naw fuck that, we asked enough questions, you asked the right questions, some of my shit on there we talked about, and some shit was just stupid.
You got anything you want to end with?
Man thank y’all for this, shit felt good, it was like therapy, and it was fun. Hell yeah. Man this my last thing to say to the shorties, avoid regret, you may have them, but live life, be wise, don’t be in a rush to live for today, cuz if you don’t think about tomorrow, tomorrow will end up forgetting about you. Ya feel me? Listen to your smart elders, life ain’t no competition, have a solid purpose and keep your innocence.
Hell yeah, we wasn’t innocent, that shit went away too quick way too soon. Hold on tight to your innocence, it’ll make life more enjoyable. With your innocence, you’ll make the right mistakes, not our mistakes. And don’t make our mistakes, stupid muthafucaka we already made them y’all don’t have to make them too, but thats it man. Dam, this was real nice.
Ay, when y’all take this pic y’all better make me look handsome and wise, don’t have me looking like these stale old borin’ muthafuckas.
You can choose the picture.
Aight cool. Ay, y’all wanted me to read something at the end right?
Yeah, but it don’t matter cuz you said you don’t want the audio on the site
But what was it?
*We passed the paper. He put down the swisher, grabbed it, and began to read it.
Ay this “blank” here with 7 yeer. Check them out at contact7yeer.com. Blank was suppose to be my name? Hell naw, this shit sound scripted as hell. I would’ve said, “Ay I’m here with two young kings called 7 Yeer. We chilling talking about life. Check them out on they website contact7yeer.com. Yeer with two ee’s muthafucka. And I am uncle Lou Bitch. Peace Out.
Transcript Ended: 03/14/18 1:40 p.m.