I was standing on my porch the other day, enjoying the weather. Then I saw what was probably the raggediest (no- its not a word, keep it movin—>) hooptie come down the street. Stereotypical trap-mobile, the kind with the cloth on the roof sagging down into your face. The driver was my age, but was in full coon mode. Police magnet in every sense.  Someone had written “ROB ME” in the dust on the trunk.  I remember when I used to ride around like that, blasting my sounds, riding in a car thats been in so many accidents its technically totaled.

HYPOCRISY CHECK: I still do that from time to time. Ok.

True nigger moments (see “Niggamoments” post Apr30) like these dont happen that often here, but I wouldnt of been surprised at all if he had a watermelon, basketball and a Hennessey bottle in the backseat. He then tries to back into the alley, and his transmission stalls. He didnt have the ability to put the car in reverse, so he was reduced to opening the door and Flintstoning himself back into the street. I thought to myself, “That’s life.”

In a microcosm. There is no such thing as reverse, rewind, or backtracking. Sometimes you make the wrong decision, go in the wrong direction, but once it’s happened its DONE. All there is to do is make the best of where you are, and if there ever was a mistake made, just don’t repeat it. Just think, if our homie had NOT tried to reverse, his car wouldve kept going & he would’ve continued with his plans. He knew he couldn’t back up in that thing, but he still tried anyway, and he paid the price.

He sacrificed PROGRESS in favor of GOING BACKWARDS. I wonder, don’t we all do that sometimes?