I don’t do hustlas…well not anymore. In 2009, why the hell your ass still on the corner trying to slang them thangs? If you have been hustling weed since 1999 and in 2009 your ass ain’t bumped up to crack or coke by now, then hustling ain’t for you. I’m not saying be the best hustla you can be, but if you still doing the same shit you did 10 years ago then what value does your life have? I need a man that’s about his grind the legal way. I’m looking for a man that goes to work every day and earns his daily bread. So yea um…you a hustla? Dude I’m off that.
There is no way in hell a hustla can try to holla at me at the age I’m at. I like to say I don’t discriminate, but dammit I do. There are just some folks I don’t mess with, and a hustla is at the top of the heap. One of my biggest problems with a hustla is, you just never know what’s gonna happen. Sure that is something that everyone has to worry about, but when you’re a dope boy one of your main duties is to watch your back. Call me a lame ass duck, but I want a man that hustles in a different aspect. Give me a brotha that gets up everyday goes to work, pays his bills, complains about his damn boss. I’m not saying he has to have a company car, stock options, or an office over looking downtown Atlanta. Wait one damn min…that dude sounds good as hell.
Anyway…back in the day a thug dude was my dream. I don’t know what it was, but having one of those dudes with no ambition, selling that shit, and having money in his pocket was exciting to me. Until I realized that, that shit was real life. I met him at 20 years old and yea… he sold everything. Weed was small potatoes to him, so he left that for the little dudes on the corner. He was so sweet, and that vicious dude everyone warned me about never entered our relationship. He never sold anything in front of me, and truth be told I ran the relationship. If you didn’t know I love to be the dominant one. I was riding on the high of thug love, until I realize this negro was a real thug and shit. One night we were suppose to go out to dinner and he never showed. I called him and dude never answered. So I got pissed and cussed his ass out on voicemail. The next day he called me and asked me to meet him at our spot. Since he was a hustla I knew better than to parade our relationship all over the place. He was a man that had more enemies than friends, so I wasn’t trying to get in the line of fire or anything like that. So I met him at the spot and the look on his face was unlike I ever seen. I asked him where the fuck he been and he just opened the trunk. How about he had this dude tied up in the back of his shit. At that moment shit was becoming too real for me. I asked him what was that all about and he said he’s been driving around with ol boy all night. He owed him money. I don’t know whatever happened to guy in the trunk, but I know my ass ended that relationship faster than you can say “Pietrisycamollaviadelrechiotemexity” *look it up, it’s a real word. Two weeks after we broke up, he was murdered.
Due to that experience, I’ve learned that a hustla just isn’t for me. Not only can I not take loosing someone else, I just got to the point in my life that I need something more reliable. You know…a real man. There are so many other avenues out there than getting involved in that shit. Ladies, why would you want something so dangerous and unpredictable like that in your life? Sure the money comes quick, but think of everything that he has to sacrifice…his family, his safety, his life…maybe even yours. How is that worth it?
