Editor’s note: I needed to return to my parent’s basement in order for me to get some spirit to touch up the keyboard hardbody again. I feel like I have said it all to y’all that needs to be said. No question I appreciate your time coming here and talking that shit with me day in day out, but now its time for me to return back to my life. One more for the road though. One more for all my peeps out there that remember these days when they actually happened and one more for those that inspired me to drop them on this page.
When you are as hard-headed as me it takes a few knocks upside your nugget for you to learn a lesson. I apparently hadn’t learned everything yet when it came to trying to live out the d-boy lifestyle. I made a jump to Atlanta in the beginning of 1993 to see my big homie from the Bronx who had relocated down there. All he would tell me about were the women that seemed to flock to the city in endless droves. Atlanta is a college town at heart, that is where her energy stems from, and the Black colleges in Atlanta recruit some of the baddest PYT’s from all across the country. One of the first times I really encountered a hardbody Detroit chick was from visiting my peoples in the A. Actually, shorty was from Flint which is even more hardbody than the D, but I digress…
I was jumping to Atlanta to mash up with my boy D-Block and dig a taste of the scene down there from his perspective. D-Block wasn’t a d-boy but he knew people that knew people. D-Block got his stacks in other ways but I’m not going to discuss his buisness in as much as I need to tell y’all about the fallout when people perceive you to be making too much money. D-Block made sure that we lived leisurely and lavishly when I was in town. Magic City and Club Nikki’s were the pre-game spots and then Al Capone’s or someone’s townhouse would be where we would end up. We would steady stay rolling back to his crib around sun up. Sleep alll day, play videogames and eat cereal untill 4pm then drive up to the Clark campus to holler at co-eds. This was my dudes lifestyle.
I was all too happy to play weedcarrier to my homey’s madness maybe because I was honestly the weedcarrier. I carried the weed and other sundry contraband.
props to ncberko for the photochop
I met up with Sean Price a few weeks ago to do a little grocery shopping. I thought that a play on the ‘Price Is Right’ theme would be funny. I didn’t think to myself as to whether this was some shit that Ruck had to hear from kids all of his life. Even though I have known this dude for over twenty years I realize now how little I know about him.
Sean Price is definitely a smart dude, but also a sensitive and considerate man [ll]. You don’t expect to connect those ideas with a hardcore rapper. I should be smarter than that. My father was one of the baddest motherfuckers I ever knew and he was also the most considerate and caring dudes I will ever meet. Sean Price is cut from a similar cloth.
I wanted to do a series of videos with Ruck (Sean P) to allow him to speak his mind. His recollections of growing up in the projects with a dysfunctional family are priceless. With all the things that would make any of us assume he was disadvantaged are where he lets us in and shows us how took that strife and made it work out for his gain.
The biggest credit that I have to give Sean Price is not about how well he rhymes, but about how hard he works. God gave him his mind. Sean P returns the blessing by putting in the constant work to get better as an emcee and as a man. His latest mixtape, Kimbo Price, was released today. I’m sure its available somewhere that you can help support his efforts.
Do that much for him. I’m sure he would do it for you.