So I was thinkin about some of the shit i learned from graduating from the university of south east while i was sipping lean..this is what i freestyled off the domepiece like jeromes neice...
im keeping it pg-13...
It was always a common wisecrack that there must be something in the water in south east. You know, They say when the japanese got bombed...The bomb itself altered the future generations of people in japan, mentally, one of those things being insane creativity. The same could possibly ring true for southeast san diegos creative abilities in music (and in my case art), if there actually is something in the water.
put a southeast nigga in a lineup with all different types of people. the dude from southeast will stand the fuck out. you wont exactly know why, but theres something about him different. I remember when white kids used to have this rumor that orko smoked hella different drugs inside of his weed/zig zag, therefore making everyone who didnt know him scared shitless to hit it.
this is what someone from southeast will do to you.
steal your shit, and not even fucking hide the fact he stole it from you, because youre too pussy to speak up about it or do something about it.
I know. Because i've done this move many times, like a reflex.
When i had moved out of southeast, I was still doing these little quirky hood things like that. I had a roomate who was a trucker, Payed defensive lineback in high school, 250+ and lighted weights, huge ass cornfed motherfucker. i was like what....150 soaking wet? I straight up jacked his radio, put it in my room, and played my shit and never even gave him his shit back. he knew i had it. i didnt give a fuck. i would take his cups, weed, everything else. he never did shit, hed just look at me and mumble something. and id just continue using his drinking cups for cigarettes and spitting logies in them. and then i started doing that to the other white kids in my house. they knew i was doing this and never stepped to me about it.
you grow up in southeast and you do stupid shit like that because you learned early how to get over on the weaker.
thats the type of shit im talking about.
sometimes i do stupid shit like steal chicken from the grocery store. not because i dont have money, but because i fucking can.
Southeast San Dieagans are born macks and hustlers. I feel sorry for anyone who dated a girl from southeast, who didnt live there. My homeboys were running trains on chicks all the time. I was never into fuckign around a bunch of dudes, so i passed on that. One day the homie marvin scooped me up and damn near forcibly made me go get my dick sucked from some chick he knew. Of course, this led to half yall niggas havin kids at 13 years old, but thats another chapter.
Everyone knew, The drugs were for the low, and PLENTIFUL in south east. Home of the light green weed. Home of the pretendo, before chronic wasnt as big as it was now. Big ass fluffy ounces for 40 bucks. If you were in southeast, our dimes were everyone elses fat twenty sacks. We had the drugs on lock there. However, once again...if you were white, you payed the price. I once told a white guy to go into the brook.......minutes later he was running out of the brook, kicking himself in his own ass every time one foot hit the pavement to stride, looking back every 10 seconds.
I used to have to take LSD behind all the homies backs because that was considered 'white boy drugs' at the time and i would have probably got treated like a leper. It was like, if you didnt drink, do sherm or smoke fruits...you was a crackhead.
funny how later on those same niggas who were just total bangers, 1996, were in garages, holding their tweek pipe between theyre missing teeth. smoking meth and listening to fucking barrington like its weed. playing hyped-up domines. black people were doing this. my 80 year old neighbor got robbed at gunpoint. niggas jumpin over my fence leaving backpacks full of cheicals and glass tubes for meth houses while helicopters fly over my house. thats when i decided sd was really going downhill and left to the bay.
the white homie got out of jail yoked up. instantly got into crystal, i saw him a month later and his skin was literally hanging off his body like bedsheets. sad sight. thats how bad meth hit some of the people out here. fat black girls doing it because the homeboys told them it would make them skinny..
later on shes suckin dick while we watch talk shows for hits of meth, all day. his mom comes home and she instinctively gets up and sits on the couch, he hides the meth pipe in his moms couch still hot, and she licks her chin and says 'hi _____'s mom' and she shakes her head. and goes upstairs.
back to weed. you got to pay yo taxes sometimes.
I used to buy weed in the brook...because i was black and therefore 'allowed' in there...and some black kids, like you tell them your going to the brook it was like 'im not going..fuck that...' anyways id be buying an ounce. and thered be 14 mother fuckers in the hallway that know i just bought an ounce with no weed for themselves. What do you do?
hood taxes. smoke a blunt before you bounce.
shit comes around, you gotta show love or you get fucked up, or someone pulls a lick on you. no one was superman where i was.
your homie might pull a home invasion on you and you know its him. but once again, you aint gon do shit.
Because the southeast has jail rules. If you get your shit taken once, That means, You get your shit taken forever, from then on. If you bitch up, You got treated like a bitch. from then on. There wasnt no fuckin nuetral in gangs, because bloods were killing bloods. We all can say weve seen guns at EARLY teenage years, dead bodies, been part of drive throughs or know someone who got killed...i learned shit like not having your fingerprints on bullets...not because i was gonna kill anyone, but because those type of people, existed in the hood i was in. and my stupid ass was accidently grabbing bullets and playing with them, like this fool wasnt really blasting people.
true story, i didnt even know crips existed in san diego till i was about 17-18. because i never left my neighborhood. I had only heard of them, like the loch ness monster and cherubs. I never saw a crip in my neighborhood once that wasnt getting the breaks beat off him. Now thats not to say a crip couldnt side though where i lived, im just saying i never saw anyone in all blue taking the 11a.
to make a long story fucking 18 pages, southeast was and is home, because its a mindstate ive taken with me. I was allowed to be whatever the fuck i wanted to be without gangs harrassing me. Everyone was like "thats just gas"... they got up close and was liek damn gas i aint know that was you! Besides all the grimy shit everyone wants to hear, it was a big community that showed love. We all liked to rap, make beats, and get faded underneath the nations most beautiful cities sky blue skies...
licwit once told me....'yeah you dont bang but yourea g in your own right'....thats what southeast breeds...no matter who you are you came from a part of the city where only the strong survives..
Before i get out of here i want to give some shout outs.
Skarface, he prolly dont know it, but i always looked at him like the big homie.
Reese aka south reese, for selling me my first sack of weed. you started somehtin big.
koia, for teaching me about entreprenuership. lmao. he was gettin it in high school.
East dago as a whole. yall really got it crackin and i respect that.
Adelo aka taxer, For teaching me about grafitti..
Mack Lamar aka rosemarys baby: for calling me "bronx" as a joke because i listened to too much east coast rap.
and last but not least....
The twins at the liquor store next to pay low: For never iding me for liquor or blunts, even when i was fucking sixteen.
niggas in sd still smoke sherm and walk into walls on accident.
and im out!
edit: shameless plug, southeast streets vol. 2 , coming soon on rap or die....if youre from the town hit me and submit a slap....we doin this to help out my nigga whos in the hospital for a brain tumor right now...when we get this out we aint gonna make no money on it. all of the proceeds are going to the homies mom for hospital bills. hes the one that did the last cover, and did the new cover. he did googies cover, cee wees, checcs, and a gang of other ones. so when you see some real shit like that from a southeast native pick it up. thanks. southeast streets 2 the purpalation smackin you like doctors do newborns