George Jung Got Marked Out

Before I start my day I wake up and thank God for waking me up. I get regular sleep nowadays. The thought that you'll sleep when you're dead because you're on your so-called grind will lead you to bad health. I enjoy life too much and have so many things to do within the allotted time during 24 hours. Pardon me for being a human being. I get them done and I get sleep. What a noble concept! So I told myself I would blog more. I'm blogging more as you can read but from a different perspective. Through church (I'm not opening a religious diatribe here, I need to go because I've lived a life so far that warrants me going so let me cook) I've been reminded to be humble. Life itself will humble you if you're believing your hype or full of yourself so I walk humbly. I last posted about my fight to avoid clinical depression and I've posted about being a loner. I'm the youngest of three and my siblings were much older than me so I had time to myself. My mom worked out other people's problems at the welfare office for nine hours a day and was too stressed out to play Legos with me during the week. Just now she was mortified to learn I thought she didn't WANT to play games (Chutes N Ladders, Uno etc) with me when I was a kid. She felt bad then I reminded her how nice she is and I won the mom lottery because she's open-minded, funny and brutally honest. She told me when girls weren't good enough to meet her. She also let me watch Scarface and The Godfather. Through those movies I saw a code of honor which real criminals I befriended in my younger days carried. They did real stains. They wanted me to play sports or be a productive member of society. They also appreciated that I wasn't soft. In the movie Blow depicting the life of Boston George, government name George Jung I regularly saw this man get marked out around real cutthroats. Diego was a charismatic fuck up. DIEGO WAS A CHARISMATIC FUCK UP!!! George really should've had rounds in the pistol when he caught up with George on the island but he wasn't bout that life. He was a mark. He knew he was a mark but was only alive because Pablo Escobar wanted him alive to make the cartel money. I've stole on people for less than taking my business connect and turning that plug against me. I was never a thief or a larcenist. Those are bitch crimes. Anybody I know that stole actually robbed folks. Not saying that's upstanding but they carried the Henry Hill way of life stealing anything not bolted down and robbing folks at gunpoint for big shit. My big homie had choppers and sawed off shotguns in his bedroom and pounds of weed on checker boards. People didn't come in our hood trippin' or mess with anyone in the circle. I grew up with cats I had to fight every now and then but when someone tripped with one of us, they had beef with all of us. That's loyalty. That's what I grew up in. Then we all kicked it together. I had friends outside of my hood try to do me in like Diego. They wanted to take my business plugs and use them against me or not compensate me. When I didn't hand over the plug (because you NEVER give up your plug and they weren't worthy anyway) they got pissy about it and talked about my back because of it. When I fronted them they could see I wasn't playing about going there and fucking my life up to prove I wasn't playing. They got marked out. George Jung took his wife from his homeboy's homeboy who never liked him in the first place. George Jung constantly got marked out in Blow. Watch it. You'll see. It used to frustrate me that people would test me then make me out to be the asshole when I called them on it and was willing to go there with them. In business you'll have people that will constantly try to mark you out. In your personal life you'll have people that may try to mark you out. I had to get over this. It's a way of life so I try to stay woke and alert of my surroundings. I also got over a lot of shit that used to bother me or that I used to enjoy. I used to enjoy the company of heauxs. Again, I NEVER paid these heauxs. The heauxs paid me. That shit is stressful. I used to like the clubs every chance I get. I still do but I rarely go to clubs unless there's music business involved. I really, really, really used to enjoy copping new Jordans. Hypebeasts (scum of the earth that drive up the price and drive down the availability of normal and exclusive sneakers) ruined the shoe game. I have sneaker plugs and I only give them up to people that I know would do the same for me. However, I don't want EVERY pair of Jordans that came out like I used to. Black and Red Jordan 1s...didn't want them. I got the red and white pair. Gamma Blues...didn't want them. I have OG Space Jams. Space Jams are more exclusive than Gamma Blues. Taxi 12s...I still have 04 French Blue UK 12s, OG Finals 12s and Flint 12s. I had the Taxis in the 90s. I've worn the same size shoes since I was 11 years old. I DON'T NEED NEW JORDANS. I spend my time being more productive and being happy. I make my music, travel, do shows, laugh with friends and take less stock in rappity-rap shit than I used to. I see my family. Since my brother passed away, I take each day as a blessing more. He lived his life to the fullest. I don't like having my time wasted so I don't waste it on things I don't enjoy or that can't help me. Life will mark you out if you let it. I knew people that stole and carried guns at all times because we thought is was normal. How fucked up is that? For a while I was concerned I wouldn't be able to adapt to normal society because my normal surroundings involved drugs, guns and not trying to end up shot. My brother moved his family out far so my nieces and nephew wouldn't live the life we lived. What was normal to me was not normal and in some ways it fucked me up for a while. I have nieces and nephews that look to me for answers and love to laugh with me. That's what makes me happy. I look at my top closet in my bedroom closet and I like my shoes. I love my family. I enjoy my friends. I enjoy my music and I enjoy doing shows. Rappity-rappers, so-called promoters (shoutout all the promoters I know that do real business), fake important music industry people (one time for all the people in the industry I respect and do good business with), heauxs, hangers-on, bottom-feeders and lames will try to mark you out in life. You just gotta concentrate on those that love you and make a better life for yourself. That is my goal every day. Enjoy your life, be happy and feel blessed...also don't get marked out like George Jung. Oh, yeah...I don't make New Year's resolutions. I plan ahead and pray to see tomorrow while acting out that plan. One day, each day with a plan. I just thank God for each day and prepare to enjoy life while making strides to be a better me. Follow me on Twitter @duckyhines Peace. - Moolah