From Ashy To Classy

With the World Wide Web we are from all parts of the country and world. As for myself I'm live in Houston but I'm originally from New York. So I tend to keep up on news from there. The other day a story in the news caught my attention. When it was first reported it was about a woman who killed her husband. She choked him out with an electrical cord. They were a black couple just got married and moved into a mansion on the water in Merrick Long Island. First reported she did it because she was miserable in her million dollar house. Apparently she missed the hustle and bustle of Brooklyn. This is a story I have seen so many times and even experienced it myself. Boy meets girl. They hook up. Boy moves girl out of the hood. Girl gets mad at boy for doing it. To me that would be a fairytale romance. But to a person that only knows the hood its like character suicide. My question is what is our loyalty to the hood? Yes we might have grown up there but there are better things out there. I lived in the hood in Brooklyn and there is no way I'm going to be running back to that life. You can call me whatever. Uncle Tom, Sellout whatever. Just know I'm not going back. Look at all the rappers that left and went back to keep there respect. Forget that. There would be no way I'm parking my Benz in front of a building. I don't know why we feel like we owe the hood something. You bust your hump to make it out then you tarnish yourself by going back around the same bad element you used to run with. I don't have a friend from ten years ago. Most of them are doing the same thing in the same hood. I left and never went back. I can't see going to the top of the hill and rolling all the way back down. It was hard enough to get to the top. But to roll back down and getting dirty along the way just because your so called friends are questioning you. It doesn't make sense. In my case my hood girl left me for her hood friends and her hood mentality. I told her to go and take everything with you. I let her take everything. I just took my clothes and computer. I was on my way to the top of the mountain and I wasn't going to let anybody stop me. My man Biggie said it best. You was a Reebok vandal, now you where Chanel sandals, I made you why would I play you. It all peas and rice crispies in the fridge when you get home...................................