Cuffing Season Has Returned (The Cuffing Blog Part 2)

*Cue Nas's "Hate Me Now"* My friend reamed me out about the usage of the word SLUT so I'll refrain. So I'll keep it gutter without that word. I am not thanking The Based Gawd for this. I'm thanking my buddy Laura. Hi, Laura. I was partying with my brothers The Chalk Boys. Debauchery insued. Before that I was out in the clubs chillin and doing me. The thirst, that inkling inside others that makes them act lame to gain someone's attention, affection or services was on LEVEL FREAKING ORANGE! I crossed the street to see someone I know in an adult sense out with somebody that isn't me. No problem. She's single and I'm single but she wants a good man. Her issues have kept her from making her next move her best move though I've given her ample opportunity to get into a grown-folks situation with me. She doesn't like single me because single me has his pick of women. (Don't hate me, blame my parents and the streets for swagging me out like this). Anyway, I saw her and her friends out with dudes. No prob. I was cutting a rug with many a round-bootied young lady before I saw her. Her friends looked like they wanted to deficate a brick when they saw me. I saw her and said hi. She said hi and kept it moving on her date. Now, details are to be witheld at this point because she may read this and curse me out but she knows I don't play those games. Why blog about it? I saw so much cuffing out and so much thirst that I'm glad I told the girlfriend her exclusive rights to me were forfeited. She did it by not seeing me or being a functioning girlfriend for a good minute while I stayed faithful. I'm a good guy but I don't like to be unhappy. I had chances to do things outside of the monogamous relationship and declined them because I committed to my relationship. Once the girlfriend forked over her rights, Single Ducky checked back in. My lady friend was cuffed for the night. No prob. Let her eat but single me: LET THAT BOY COOK. Now when her friends tell her reports on my actions if they see me, I'll know she's doing her and I'm doing me but she was cuffed despite wanting me to wait so we could talk or whatever the hell she wanted to break her date from. So I'm partying with my bros and lo and behold, a woman chooses me. I get chosen like Goldie in real life. This is why I don't sweat women and lack the thirst that lames do. Dudes in the clubs get a chick and cuff their territory...the same night they met these women. Ok, handle your beeswax but then they hop on woman to woman trying to cuff for the night with the thirst. GT entire FOH with that. I'm sure I'll have another girlfriend but not until I'm with someone that is consistent as I intend to be with her and make her happy, vice-versa and all that jazz. I am not cuffing a dang dern thing out here, especially in small-town St. Louis. Either we kick it or we don't and it's mutual. I will not chase and I will not cuff. If you like me like I like you, everything's negotiable. I guess some people want attention from whomever gives it to them. Oh, well. I can't even date a woman if I DON'T LIKE HER AS A PERSON. Once a woman falls out of favor, she's either gone or she gotta come with some SUNSHINE I can throw up in the air. Then again, polishing the silver will get her in my good graces temporarily. If she's good enough, I'm returning the favor if I like her like that. Still, I ain't cuffin' a dang dern thing out here. Peace. Moolah.

Cuffing Season Has Returned (The Cuffing Blog Part 2)

*Cue Nas's "Hate Me Now"* My friend reamed me out about the usage of the word SLUT so I'll refrain. So I'll keep it gutter without that word. I am not thanking The Based Gawd for this. I'm thanking my buddy Laura. Hi, Laura. I was partying with my brothers The Chalk Boys. Debauchery insued. Before that I was out in the clubs chillin and doing me. The thirst, that inkling inside others that makes them act lame to gain someone's attention, affection or services was on LEVEL FREAKING ORANGE! I crossed the street to see someone I know in an adult sense out with somebody that isn't me. No problem. She's single and I'm single but she wants a good man. Her issues have kept her from making her next move her best move though I've given her ample opportunity to get into a grown-folks situation with me. She doesn't like single me because single me has his pick of women. (Don't hate me, blame my parents and the streets for swagging me out like this). Anyway, I saw her and her friends out with dudes. No prob. I was cutting a rug with many a round-bootied young lady before I saw her. Her friends looked like they wanted to deficate a brick when they saw me. I saw her and said hi. She said hi and kept it moving on her date. Now, details are to be witheld at this point because she may read this and curse me out but she knows I don't play those games. Why blog about it? I saw so much cuffing out and so much thirst that I'm glad I told the girlfriend her exclusive rights to me were forfeited. She did it by not seeing me or being a functioning girlfriend for a good minute while I stayed faithful. I'm a good guy but I don't like to be unhappy. I had chances to do things outside of the monogamous relationship and declined them because I committed to my relationship. Once the girlfriend forked over her rights, Single Ducky checked back in. My lady friend was cuffed for the night. No prob. Let her eat but single me: LET THAT BOY COOK. Now when her friends tell her reports on my actions if they see me, I'll know she's doing her and I'm doing me but she was cuffed despite wanting me to wait so we could talk or whatever the hell she wanted to break her date from. So I'm partying with my bros and lo and behold, a woman chooses me. I get chosen like Goldie in real life. This is why I don't sweat women and lack the thirst that lames do. Dudes in the clubs get a chick and cuff their territory...the same night they met these women. Ok, handle your beeswax but then they hop on woman to woman trying to cuff for the night with the thirst. GT entire FOH with that. I'm sure I'll have another girlfriend but not until I'm with someone that is consistent as I intend to be with her and make her happy, vice-versa and all that jazz. I am not cuffing a dang dern thing out here, especially in small-town St. Louis. Either we kick it or we don't and it's mutual. I will not chase and I will not cuff. If you like me like I like you, everything's negotiable. I guess some people want attention from whomever gives it to them. Oh, well. I can't even date a woman if I DON'T LIKE HER AS A PERSON. Once a woman falls out of favor, she's either gone or she gotta come with some SUNSHINE I can throw up in the air. Then again, polishing the silver will get her in my good graces temporarily. If she's good enough, I'm returning the favor if I like her like that. Still, I ain't cuffin' a dang dern thing out here. Peace. Moolah.

To Cuff Or Not To Cuff

It's Fall. Summer has ended. People have summer flings for superficial reasons. I used to be super-duper superficial. When I was 17 my mom worrid about me being color struck because I messed with mostly light-skinned and white young ladies. My weakness is actually pretty dark-skinned women. I've had dark-skinned girlfriends, white girlfriends, girlfriends of multi-ethnic backgrounds and whatnot. I either date, smang (smash/hang) or get serious with women. I don't chase women and I do not cuff based on the season. For someone that dated women because they had donk booties, awesome sex or used to model this seems like a stretch. I've seen women I've had adult relations with get in relationships with good guys even though they weren't good girls. Dudes cuffed these women because they liked those women. It still seems a little ridiculous to me but to each his own. I could DATE a slut but if she's known for more than just having a healthy sexual appetitie in public, we can't be serious. I'll treat you like a lady but I will not "cuff" you. It seems crazy to me to cuff someone because it gets cold. Then again, some people don't want to be lonely on a cold night. I'm too busy to cuff someone for something so silly. If I like you and I feel like you should meet my family, you can be my woman. Otherwise, we're casually dating no matter the season. As long as we understand that then it's all good. On another note, who came up with "cuffing"? Is it not cool to be with a respectable partner in a relationship? Cuffing to me has a negative tone to it like cuffing a slut to keep her from smanging someone else. I'm that voice in someone's head that goes, "Dude, she gets around and has no morals. She's community coochie. Stop playing yourself". You don't cuff those women. You just date smang with them like any respectable single man should. Now if you're the type that doesn't partake in sluts, I applaud you. I don't discriminate. I just have rules and my rules state that I cannot allow myself to be with someone other than I want to be with them, simple as that regardless of the calendar. Peace.

Is This What It's All About?

It takes major issues for a lot of people to recognize injustices. My father grew up in rural Texas. My mom and a lot of my family through my early childhood including aunts, cousins and friends I used to play court ball with are from Goodfellow & Highland on the Westside of St. Louis. My mom told me stories of how blacks used to have to sit in the balcony of The Fox back suring Segregation in St. Louis. Nelson Mandela was freed from prison in 1990 at the end of Apartheid in South Africa. Sean Bell, James Byrd Jr and others were victims of injustice. Troy Davis was convicted of murder and executed under court order despite lacking evidence and witnesses recanting their statements. In North St. Louis County between Lindbergh and Goodfellow on the same stretch of Highway 70 as well as the Natrual Bridge, police from what seem like a hundred different municipalities wait to generate revenue from traffic stops while more serious crimes go undtered. On that same stretch of Natural Bridge, there are routine sobriety checks in an area where there are hardly any bars or liquor stores that stay open past 10pm. There's only one and that is on the city line next to Goody-Goody. I'm from that neighborhood. City police blocks away are dealing with murders so much that people are surprised when someone gets pulled over on a traffic stop. Traffic stops in North County are commonplace to the point we just shake our heads. Common sense would say don't drive through there if you ain't right. Duh! What about those struggling day-to-day that can't afford correct plates? I'm not saying it's right but I understand. Now if you speed through there, that's just stupid. The point is that some officials are out to get certain people and there are those that should be caught. The others are profiled and prosecuted to the extent the law allows. I know people that are paranoid of police and people in authority. After witnessing cases where there are corrupt police cashing a check like many of us do, I know what's out there. Brandon Long is in jail in Kansas and had the book thrown at him on a first offense. He admitted doing the crime but the judge gave him more time than rapists and killers. Reggie Clemons, Mumia Abu Jamal and others are in prison on crap. I do my best now to stay out of trouble. I pray for people I don't even know. I want an equal world but I just have to do my best in the world I live in. Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr, many of The Black Panthers, Freedom Riders and others DIED for what they believed in. I cannot look myself in the mirror and live stupidly off the sacrifices they made or me and others. This fuels my quest for greatness. I saw injustice working in a law office. I saw it first hand and I learned from it. Injustices can't be swept under the rug. Just because some of us won't raid the state capitals where we live with M-16s and AR-15s doesn't mean we aren't fighting it. I share my knowledge and experiences in hopes that others learn what they can and can't do out here. No cliches. This is real life. Peace.

Is This What It's All About?

It takes major issues for a lot of people to recognize injustices. My father grew up in rural Texas. My mom and a lot of my family through my early childhood including aunts, cousins and friends I used to play court ball with are from Goodfellow & Highland on the Westside of St. Louis. My mom told me stories of how blacks used to have to sit in the balcony of The Fox back suring Segregation in St. Louis. Nelson Mandela was freed from prison in 1990 at the end of Apartheid in South Africa. Sean Bell, James Byrd Jr and others were victims of injustice. Troy Davis was convicted of murder and executed under court order despite lacking evidence and witnesses recanting their statements. In North St. Louis County between Lindbergh and Goodfellow on the same stretch of Highway 70 as well as the Natrual Bridge, police from what seem like a hundred different municipalities wait to generate revenue from traffic stops while more serious crimes go undtered. On that same stretch of Natural Bridge, there are routine sobriety checks in an area where there are hardly any bars or liquor stores that stay open past 10pm. There's only one and that is on the city line next to Goody-Goody. I'm from that neighborhood. City police blocks away are dealing with murders so much that people are surprised when someone gets pulled over on a traffic stop. Traffic stops in North County are commonplace to the point we just shake our heads. Common sense would say don't drive through there if you ain't right. Duh! What about those struggling day-to-day that can't afford correct plates? I'm not saying it's right but I understand. Now if you speed through there, that's just stupid. The point is that some officials are out to get certain people and there are those that should be caught. The others are profiled and prosecuted to the extent the law allows. I know people that are paranoid of police and people in authority. After witnessing cases where there are corrupt police cashing a check like many of us do, I know what's out there. Brandon Long is in jail in Kansas and had the book thrown at him on a first offense. He admitted doing the crime but the judge gave him more time than rapists and killers. Reggie Clemons, Mumia Abu Jamal and others are in prison on crap. I do my best now to stay out of trouble. I pray for people I don't even know. I want an equal world but I just have to do my best in the world I live in. Malcolm X, Martin Luther King Jr, many of The Black Panthers, Freedom Riders and others DIED for what they believed in. I cannot look myself in the mirror and live stupidly off the sacrifices they made or me and others. This fuels my quest for greatness. I saw injustice working in a law office. I saw it first hand and I learned from it. Injustices can't be swept under the rug. Just because some of us won't raid the state capitals where we live with M-16s and AR-15s doesn't mean we aren't fighting it. I share my knowledge and experiences in hopes that others learn what they can and can't do out here. No cliches. This is real life. Peace.

Persistence & Ducky Hines

My closest friends know I've had a life-altering experience two weeks ago. Though it had me down for a couple days, I've kept positive and am working through it. As far as I know, I still have my health. I lost income. I still have music out that people enjoy. People shout me out and I appreciate it. I'm going with instinct and working to gain revenue. My closest friends know how persistent I am toward my goals. My friends are also supportive and helpful. In the past couple of weeks I've performed in Kansas City as my Doorway fam and fam in The Force will do this weekend. KC loves "Paint The Chevy" so I'll work it there as well as everywhere else. I've kept my faith and I'm determined to progress with my goals. Peace! Praise God. Moolah.

Facebook Is My Bitch

Women like me. I figured this out when I was in high school dating girls at my school, having a college girl and girls at other high schools. I learned a few things about women by observing, listening and doing. For instance, I know women that can throw down in bed but would never meet my mom because of their uber-ratchetness. Why did I mess with those broads? The sex was good and I didn't have to exert any effort into being with them. That's the truth. I'd give them good wood and then they'd go back to their lives and I'd go back to pursuing capital. Sometimes these women had baby-daddies, bum-ass boyfriends and even husbands and the married ones...I digress. Anyway, these broads would be somebody else's woman or problem but these broads were my bitches. Within my inner circle, my people say I'm hard on "hoes". I'm not hard on "hoes". I just treat them accordingly. My girlfriends are treated like queens because they have better qualities and standards than the broads I was just smashing. I can count my serious and semi-serious girlfriends on my hands under 10 so I'm picky as heck in a good way. This brings me to Facebook. Facebook is like a chick I met in the club at 1-something in the morning drunk off my ass off Ciroc Berry/Stoli Bluberi and juice. She looks good. People like her and always buy her drinks but I don't take her seriously. She can cook, throw down in bed but she surrounds herself around fake ignorant people and she likes attention. BUT...the sex is sooooo firrrrrre!!! I tell her to get dressed, we go out, she gives me plugs and we have mutual friends but this bitch has issues. People tell her things via text, she spreads the word and then people turn to her for their problems when she's unqualified to deal with that shit. She just says dumb shit like, "Why you got me in the middle of all this drama?" Then she acts like the shit never happened because they brought it to her. She knows everybody. She gets around. The wrong people think they're popular around her. MySpace is that bitch that used to be bad but now she done had a couple bad relationships, got ran through and now she's trying to rehab her image because nobody messes with her anymore. She tells people about new music, shows and everyone like's her pretty ass. She's not marriage material and she doesn't live in the real world. She has stuuuuupid money and people (investors/advertisers) tricking to her to get a taste but...I would never marry this bitch. I tell her: "Bitch, tell them about my music, my shows and occasionally introduce me to new people. Shit, reconnect me with people I ain't seen in a long time but this isn't forever. Even when someone passes, you still try to bring them up like they're still here. You nutty bitch." Yup, facebook is my bitch. Once I start making more money off her, she'll be my hoe but never my girlfriend. My girlfriend loves me and I treat her like a queen. Not Facebook. The homeboy recently got in his feelings about what I DON't put on Facebook. I explained to him I live in real life and people see me out on the street where I have real relationships, not on friggin Facebook. In music, we DO NOT respect MySpace/Facebook celebrities & MySpace/Facebook rappers. Log off and get out chea in real life with the rest of the people I connect with in REAL LIFE. Peace. Praise God. Moolah. Check out my music in real life at Cicero's August 12 starting 9:00pm.