Truce or Beef

Hey People, family, friends, haters you name it!!! I couldn’t talk to yall yesterday ‘cause I was at the truce celebration party. No not Iraq you idiots, Lynch Mob & Choppa City!! You know “Dayday ‘nem” out of Anacostia & “BJ” from Woodland. Yes honey Ms G was invited. I wish I could take credit for brokering the truce, but in all honesty Ms G ain’t got six months to waste on talking to no niggas that fight over shit that don’t belong to them anyway. Besides the beef was dumb anyway according to Dayday and once you're beefing you can’t lose your pride by letting it go. Word to the wise, when you live in public housing, there is no turf to fight over. Key word is PUBLIC housing. Public means it belongs to ERYBODY, not just your crew.

I know this truce is going to be a disappointment to many of you all. I mean we live for the fights on the Metro buses. The stabbings, rock throwing, broken windows all that good stuff. I mean after working hard all day or spending eight hours at the Section 8 office, at least we have urban youth violence to look forward to in the afternoons & evenings. ‘Cause I don’t know bout you, but Ms G loves to get on the Metro train and/or bus & listen to Wa-neek-aaah talk about how she had Jonjon, Boosie, Kay Kay & Rock Leg in her room at the same time running a train on her that was so wonderful her girl Shae Shae Twin can’t wait to try it.

OOOOOhhhh and please don’t forget the high school ‘Queens’ carrying on bout how they girl ‘boy’ was checking them out for some sideline down low kicks. Umm umm umm not to mention the fashion critiques on the other train riders. Ms G don’t mind the cussing, straight gangster up your clothes talk at all. It gives me great ideas for my blog & insight on how to cuss somebody out the right way. Matter fact I go home & tell Lil G she got to get on the ball cause she ain’t gangsta enough. I want her to be able to ride Metro and scare the living shit out of the other passengers. Only then will I be a proud mama to say my child has truly contributed to society.

After all Dayday ‘nem be bored. It ain’t nothing to do in SE. They already done threw all the paper & trash they can throw on the ground. All the windows on the vacants are broken. The old ladies are too scared to come out the door so you can’t chase them & snatch their purses. Plus you can only sell crack so many hours a day. What about your down time?

Mayor elect Fenty was at the party also. After all he’s very proud to be a part of the truce team & pledges to throw more money at the youth programs for the troubled teens. I suggested that Mayor Fenty start a new auto club & give the money to kid who steals the most cars from PG County in a week but he didn’t seem to like my idea. Matter fact he was rather snippy with Ms G. Of course you know I quickly put his lil narrow neck straight nose in his place. Shiiiiiiiiit! Ms G used to crack it (no pun intended) back in the day with Barry. I’m a fixture in the community.

Hemingway – the party was a blast and rolling along fine until Ken Kay Kay and Doll-letta-lisha showed up and got to beefing bout silky weave versus yaki perm straight. Next thing you know I was crawling out the back on my knees in my brand new Versace knit winter hug freak em dress (Thanks BEE-Yawn-Say)!!!! I passed Mayor Fenty lying on the ground with his hand up hollering “Help”. I crawled right by his simple ass too. Next time there is a truce party & he needs to get out he’ll be a little bit nicer to Ms G. I hopped in the car with MarionBarry (you know you gotta say it as one word) & we was rolling out till them damn Capitol Police got behind us. I was too drunk to get caught up so I opened the door & jumped out. As I was flying out I could hear MarionBarry shout “That Biach Set Me Up”