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July 09, 2007 | Tags: Murs, me, me, me, Gangs

So I’m chilling with my girl last week, and some random ass Eastern European dude just comes up to me and starts talking. “Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah” I’m thinking damn Dracula, leave me the hell alone. When he finally leaves I realized that’s sort of what I did with this blogging shit. I just appeared and started speaking on shit. So, months after being here I’m gonna go ahead and drop my intro blog. I’m not just gonna be on some old “I was born this date, I like long walks in the park shit” though, I’m gonna do it different. I’m just gonna put random thoughts and short stories up, I figure if you take those and combine them, you get a pretty good idea of exactly who it is typing these blogs up.

1. I don’t eat watermelon. (I never have, even before I started yelling “stop coonin”)

2. One of my first blogs I said Jay Z was my favorite rapper, and then I turned around in another one and said I thought Jay Z was the best rapper of all time. Soon after that, I stated if Common dropped another hella dope CD, to me, he’d dethrone Jay. Well Jay Z the person has since fucked it up for dude being my favorite rapper, and based of the Common tracks I’ve heard so far, I may be declaring a new king.

3. That Canibus CD wasn’t all that.

4. I’ve spent most of my life in Long Beach. Long Beach is all crips, so I didn’t know shit about bloods. One day, when I was like 15, my homie comes to my house talking about “Let’s go to Compton, I got some broads out there”. I look through my screen door; dude has on blue chucks with fat sky blue laces, sky blue windbreaker pants, a sky blue t-shirt, and a blue hat that says “Long Beach” on it. I’m like hell nah; I’m not going to Compton with you dressed like that. (all I knew about Compton was DJ Quick, and I liked dudes music…but he was a blood, so I figured if we had none, there had to be a whole lot in that city) Dude is like “Nah the part we’re going to is the Crip part” (If you ever visit southern Cal, don’t think if you go in a crip neighborhood you can wear blue and they gonna show u love. Not all crip gangs wear blue, and some crip gangs beef with other crip gangs, so if you wear a certain blue in the wrong crip neighborhood, you could have problems) I say fuck it. We go steal some bikes, and then ride them to the train station. We leave them at the station we got on the train at cuz my homies bike was light purple, and he didn’t wanna be seen on it. We get off the train in Compton and start mobbing. No problems. The homie is like “see, I told you it was all good”. Soon after he says that, I look up and the Centennial Indian staring at me. (I was watching 2pac’s “2 Live and Die in LA” video, and one of my friends was like, damn, that’s Centennial, there’s nothing but bloods there) Next thing you know, a car rolls up and a dude hops out, I look down, he has on red shoe laces. “What you doin in my hood with all that flue on blood, I’ll get yo young ass kilt (Niggas don’t say killed, they say kilt) in this muthafucka, take them flue chucks off, you can’t walk through my hood with flue chucks” So, I look in the car and see the other dudes waiting for shit to pop off, I told dude “take them shits off dog, it ain’t even worth it” He takes the shoes off. The blood dude hits his hat downward then says “I thought so, have yo young ass Kilt” then hops back in the car. All of a sudden like 5 chicks come out the cut. “Oh Brandon” the fat and ugly one says. I feel even worse cuz now I see the chicks were going through this for, and there was no Sanaa Lathan in the bunch. Come to find out these chicks live in a group home. We’re visiting a damn group home. So anyway, we sit in the group home, and then some dude comes to the door like “I heard there was some crip affiliated cats here” they tell him leave. He goes across the street and stands and waits. Then there’s 3 dudes waiting. Then there’s 6 dudes waiting. Next thing you know, it’s a whole group of cats waiting. The hoe of the group of females goes outside and then comes back and says “he said if ya’ll go talk to him, he’ll let ya’ll go” My homie says nah, but I’m like fuck that, we’re hella out numbered. We go out there, dude (the blood) is like “Yeah, this is my hood, do you know where you’re at, we don’t like all that flue, etc. etc, where you from” my friend goes “Long Beach” one of the other bloods says “yea, where all the crabs at” (crabs is a diss to crips) so the first blood says “so, you don’t bang, why’d you got all that blue on?” the homie says “cuz I wanted to,” the blood says “OK, well check this out, you give me those blue chucks, and ya’ll can leave” I look across the street at the park, and there’s some kind of barbeque. No biggie right? Everybody at the barbeque has red on. Red shirts, red Phillies hats, (red Phillies hats are red hats with a P, P for Piru, which was a blood gang, but whatever the fuck who cares) I turn back and focus on what’s going on and my homie is silent, dude walks behind him and says “Oh, you gotta think about it?” I walk behind him, but then I tell my homie “them shits cost $20, give em up, you can get some more,”….he takes them off, the blood gets them, goes across the street, then yell’s “Fuck crabs, fuck crabs” puts the shoes in a tree and starts burning them. The mother of the group home hears what happens and goes and gets the shoes “Demarcus, why are you out here acting like this?” she says and brings the shoes back. One was burnt in half, the other was fine. My friend says he doesn’t want them; the lady then gives us a ride back to the train station. My homie ask me to borrow a shoe, “fuck nah, you the one wanted to come out here looking like super crip, I told yo ass” he rides the train back with no shoes, just socks, trying to hide his feet under the seat. When we get back, his light purple bike is still there, mine is gone. “Ah cuz, the bike is still here, “he hops on, says peace, and leaves while I wait for my bus.

5. Back in 10th grade I stole this little chubby Mexican kid's CD player when he wasn’t looking in the park next to my high school (Long Beach Jordan at the time). I walked up the block, tossed his “Mana” CD in the trash along with his bootleg ass headphones. The next day I bring it to school, he notices and says it’s his. I tell him I bought it from some dude in the park. He says he’ll buy it back. I say cool, 20 bucks. He says OK. One of my friends calls me stupid, and says I should have said 40. Next time I see the kid I insist I said 40, he finally says ok, in the park during 7th period (I didn’t have one) He comes to the park with the whole soccer team (I’m not trying to be funny, I mean literally, the whole soccer team, 7th period was the sports teams beginning of practice) and some old ass Mexican dude. I come with like 5 homies. (one standing next to me, the others way behind) So dude says it’s his CD player and he shouldn’t have to pay. He proves it by pointing out his initials in the spot where the batteries go. After he does that, he says “It’s mine, so I’m keeping it. I say “Ok, I got you in 1st period tomorrow, when you come, I’m beating yo ass, and none of these muthafuckas are gonna be there. No questions, no nothing, just me beatin yo ass” The OG dude whispers some shit in his ear in Spanish. He says “OK, I’ll have the money tomorrow. Me and my peoples leave, I’m bragging on how I was gonna beat his ass, and how I didn’t back down from the OG, then the little fat kid comes back with a huge ass Samoan. I said “fuck that, If I get my ass whooped, I get beat, but I’m gonna get some punches in, and I’m not backing down” I lie to the Samoan dude and say I bought the CD player from somebody in the park, make up a bogus ass description, and somebody says the dudes name. The Samoan dude says I keep the CD player, when the dude comes in the park again, he’ll beat his ass, and get my money, and then I give dude his CD player. I’m like cool. The Mexican kid leaves, then the Samoan says “See, I knew we wouldn’t have a problem, blacks and Samoans get along, it’s just those damn Mexicans” The Samoan leaves, me and my homies laugh at the whole thing, then the fat bastard comes back with someone who works in the park, and dude says I have to give dude back his CD player, or he has to call the cops for me having stolen merchandise. I ask dude how much money he has on him, he says 10 dollars. I sell him back HIS CD player for 10 Dollars. The next day I see one of my peoples Moises who’s on the soccer team, he says “Ah man, good thing you gave him that CD player back, that dude who was with him was a OG, he said they were gonna shoot you today” I tell the story to the dude who said I should have said 40, he goes “10 Dollars, ah man, you got punked!” WTF?

6. I try to act all cool and shit on here, but in real life, I’m a lot less Brillyance and a lot more Meka Soul, I talk shit about damn near everything. On Sundays, I go to my sister’s house to eat, and I watch whatever my nephews and nieces are watching, I diss absolutely everything, call most dudes homos, and call most music garbage. My favorite thing to watch is “True Life” on MTV….oh, that shit is hilarious. Keep fucking with me, you’re gonna bring my other side out…

7. I’ve had guns pulled on me 7 times. 3 times by cops (one of those times it was like 20 cops, and 2 helicopters), 1 time by an armed guard, 1 time by a SA, 1 time by a sherm head, and 1 time by a liquor store worker. Me and my homie Berry walk into a liquor store getting random junk to eat at night. While I’m getting sodas, this dude comes outta nowhere and gets down low to the ground next to me trying to steal alcohol. He says “hold on homie, let me get this real quick” I reply, “whatever, just hurry the hell up” When I go towards the register, the dude behind the counter pulls out a shotgun and says “oh, you won get gangsta, I gangsta, you won get gangsta” I’m like oh shit! This wouldn’t be the first time an Asian store worker shot a black person. I’m nervous as hell “What you talking about man, I don’t know that muthafucka, just let me buy my stuff”. My homie Berry is across the store laughing loud. The dude who tried to steal the liquor puts it back. We pay for our shit, and the whole night Berry keeps saying “You won get gangsta?” (out of those 7 times, Berry has been with me twice when I got a gun pulled on me, at the liquor store, and when the cops were hella deep and pulled out on us)

8. I just switched from Sprint to T-Mobile. I don’t know why everybody has sidekick 3’s, this phone sucks

9. A couple of years back I worked as a flashlight cop downtown Long Beach. One of the many things I had to do was kick the homeless people out of the shopping center. One day I seen this homeless chick begging for money in the rain, so I’m like “I always see you here, I told you that you can’t be here, get out” so she gets up and while leaving she says “I’m just trying to get money to eat,” I felt absolutely horrible. So I stopped her and took her to the pizza spot I normally at lunch at and got her two slices and a soda. (Just in case she was really trying to get money for liquor or drugs) but she was hella appreciative, so I guess she just really wanted food.

10. I ended up getting removed from that area. I got moved up to supervisor. I fixed all the problems. I grew up in Long Beach, so I knew most of the problem starters, and if I didn’t, they got to know me, and they wouldn’t do shit when I worked there. The businesses liked me and all that. I used to act like I didn’t see the bootleggers selling their CDs and DVDs. One of the dudes on the cleaning crew sold CDs and DVDs too. He wanted to get rid of me, so someone else would get rid of the bootleggers. So he told the property manager (who was Brazilian, but looked white to me, but I guess he wanted to be cool with them, so he would always speak in Spanish and shit. I think he was just a white dude born in Brazil…dickhead….get my fuckin pool in the back) that I was selling CDs and DVDs. They checked me and found nothing. Then they said I was extorting the bootleggers. Letting them sell, and then they in turn, paid me. Who the fuck pays off security?

11. If Obama doesn’t run for President for the Democrats, and Al Gore doesn’t either, I’m gonna do a write in vote for Murs. Murs for President.

12. At one time, I liked Dip Set. I thought they were the new raw cats off the street. They had dope production from heatmakerz; I thought they were the shit. The thing is raw is supposed to get refined and go on to something better, they never did. Now they just seem hella played out

13. Zune is way better than IPODs

14. I didn’t go to high school for 11th grade, but I graduated the summer after my 12th grade year with a 3.2 GPA.

15. While I was “missing” during my 11th grade year, I went and got a tattoo with my homie Brandon, I didn’t know what to get. The Tattoo artists, Keeper (who was the Tatted up dude in that TI video ASAP) said “get something you really care about” I said “Aight, I want my initials, cuz that’s who I care about, and a sword between them, cuz I live by that”……my name is Bruce Smith…figure that out.

I could go on forever about myself. Maybe I’ll do this some more another time. Hit me at my my MySpace. My Friday thing is temporarily on hold, cuz when I originally started it, I didn’t really have any blueprint or plan behind it, I just jumped out there with it. I’m working on having more of a plan behind it, when I get that, I’ll bring it back. Peace.

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