My friend Raw Dawg Buffalo (All-Mi-T/ Torrance) introduced me to Dante at his blog and I wanted to say that he does amazing work as an artist. Some provocative and all beautiful. Then Bro’ T (a renowned fellow, himself) laid out some heavy discussion stuff he and Dante had that could occur if food and gas (and all manner of living) begin to get really hard.
…(his) painting will be on the poster for the National Black Arts festival this year (PSA – I have 2 signings during this event). A world renowned artist at that with his works hanging in some of the top museums and galleries around the world. In our conversation, we talked of politics and of the state of the world today. In essence we came to the conclusion that it is on. That race is being obviated these days and that it is all down to surviving.
I have considered the same thing. When it hits, it will hit hard. But I consider it from my small country town experience and expectations (which may be totally insane… but I have more than one sound contingency plan). But, as a redneck, this perspective is much scarier, since everyone is all bunched up in the big city.
I use this to just say that what we see as war currently, is about to change. We only see Afghanistan and Iraq, but war soon will be pronounced in these streets over here in the USA. For it wont be too long when folks start waking up in the morning and seeing 11 or 12 folk in front of their cribs with gats not to just rob people, but to eat. For can goods and gasoline. Yep we are about to go through some turbulent times here in these United States of America and if u cant pay yourself, as I have said before, you wont eat, unless you take to the streets and tax others the wild wild west way.
I aint trying to scare nobody, nor am I attempting to be prophetic. I am only offering a warning. For down here we have a saying, “These ni***z are real in the field (gerund being none race specific).” And naw, this aint the rhetoric of 19th century scholars, but the plane truth. Just the other day down here in East Point, Ga, two white boys went up into a gas station, and stole gas in broad day light. And if you know East Point, folks don’t even speed there. Broad day light and when East Point 12 rolled up, they just started bussing, in broad day light. BLAP, BLAP, BLAP. They even turning over Urns up in this camp, you know on grave sites and selling them.
Yea folk its on, war overseas is faux pa now, its finna be over here up in this camp for as it has been said, THESE N****Z IS REAL IN THE FIELD. So don’t be surprised if they start buffaloing cribs for can goods and grits.



