Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
This is fo the bitch azz muthaphucka that had the audacity to call the next nicca askin questions about a Brutha and their girl. Questions like. What you be callin fo? Why you be textin her, though? What’s goin on wit you and my girl? Listen up lil bitch, I’m only gonna say it once. Anytime you
Young Women & Older Women Nah, nicca I’m an ole man. Getting money and having sex is everything. At this point and time what do I look like tryin to phuck wit a chick my age? That’s like forcing two fat people to be together. Have you ever seen two big people sit together in
The year that past retraced its steps… Welcome to the wonderful world of Grey where life is suspended and issues are placed into a microwave then dumped in a sink. Watch the dirty plates dance and wash themselves as the food circle around the drain only to later disappear then suddenly reappear on the
What’s My Name? You already know who she be. Dressed up, strapped up and tatted up. Girlfriend’s from the block. She could suck the guts out of a pickle, leave nothing but the skin, spit the seeds out and hold the rest in her mouth and wipe her chin. Bandana type wearin, homie she rocked
When she entered the main entrance lobby Brutha could smell her perfume before she walked into view. She hadn’t gotten around the corner before the hairs on the back of his neck stood on its end. The sound of her heels gently hitting across the marble floor revealed she was not a heavy chick, breaking
Raheem the ladies dream, said the girls like him cause he keeps it 100. “I’m a real dude my G and the women respect that. Nahmean!” He said. “You know how I do. I’m a in and out type of dude. I don’t lay in shyt. When you lay you sleep and you know sleep
I love being single. Man, when I was young and I’d hit da club the women would line up just to dance with me. I didn’t have to pay fo water. I mean, I had them eating out of my hands. Those were da dayz. Now a youngin won’t even look at me. I find
Tre Crinack I often wonder about the monotonous lifestyle some people live and encounter. I consciously ponder more about women that inherit Sisyphus Lot and how heavy the weight of reality must have been for my neighbor Tracey, a single mother of three and pregnant, again. This woman played a vital role in my youth
Cookie Some people drink milk and with their cake and cookies. Just so you know, this chick blends ice cream, cake and cookies and call it a smoothie. 5’-4”, 265lbs and growing, I mean evolving and get this, her nick name is Cookie. WTF! More like The Cookie Monsta. If another woman name her child
I hope you know your lady is very special. She has this beautiful way about her that make me feel like a King. You’d be surprise just how much she’s willing to take. Nahmean! Keep watching Sports Channel and ESPN. Playing Sony Playstation and Xbox is more important, right? Don’t even put down the joystick. Baby girl’s pickup
Dearly beloved, a relationship is a marathon and not a 100 yard dash. It’s a slow cook, a long grid; not something you place in a microwave, smile and say “magic”. My boy, you can’t worship a woman just because she gives you some head every now and again. Sex and a strong six months don’t cut
Supervisin, flexin on dat managin tip. She was Dominos pushin pizza, Minus the hut type of shyt. Lips lickin, Vaseline shinnin, Can I take your order? Translate: What’s on yo mind? Smiling like, “BabyBoi wuz good wit cha?” Smellin like today’s special. Pepperoni, onions and extra sausage. Oh boy! My favorite. She don’t even have
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 