Saturday, January 30, 2010

Offense - Gangster

Because I can't think of any meaningful dialogue to post, but I still enjoy writing, I had the idea of delving into my gangster roots. I'm not a 'Gangsta', but a proper 'Gangster', because deep down, I feel that even hard core ex-pimps like me need to adhere to the rules of correct English.

That statement alone was enough to make me think... how many true, white, English speaking people are dying to get there inner 'gangster' out, but unfortunately are unable to understand the language of the 'gansta's they are trying to emulate? This is now my calling... to bring my unique background of suburbian, white-boy etiquette mixed with years on the street (manhandling my ho's to respect their proper place in the world) to translate some of this dialogue into something more easily understood.

Today, we will take a look at the song "Lodi Dodi", as sung by Snoop Doggy Dog. It is a song that tells a tale of a young man trying to make it in a tough world... Enjoy...

Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick
This is the introduction, which immediately gives what are known as 'props' or 'kudos' to 'my nigga Slick Rick', who is the original author of the song. Another note, the word 'nigga' throughout the context of this song is used to refer to friends or associates, not, in fact, a racial slur as you may have been told. As a white person, you may be familiar with the term 'dude', which is synonymous with 'nigga' in most situations.
For those who don't like it, eat a dick
But for those who with me, sing that shit
As it go a little something like this
Snoop is suggesting at this point that if you disagree with his choice of performing a cover song, you are invited to perform fellatio on a man of your choice; which is to say, he is unconcerned. He goes on to recommend to those familiar with the original song, to sing along.
La Di Da Di, we likes to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're, just some niggaz who're on the mic
And when we rock up on the mic we rock the mic (right)
Here, Snoop simply states that he and his friends enjoy good times without skirmishes, and that when they perform music, they do it well.
For all my Doggs keepin y'all in health
Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself
Snoop is wishing his friends good health and well being.
Cuz it's cool when ya cause a cozy conditionin
Which we create, cuz that's our mission
This is an obscure passage, however, I take it to mean he is facilitating a safe and neutral environment for a celebration.
So listen close, to what we say
Because this types of shit happens every-day
Using foreshadowing, Snoop suggests that the day is going to be a typical one for 'the hood'.
I woke up around 10 o'clock in the mornin
I gave myself a strech up, a mornin yawn and
went to the bathroom to wash up
I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup
This merely illustrates his typical morning ritual.
and said um "Mirror mirror, on, the wall
Who is the top Dogg of them all?"
There was a rubble dubble, five minutes it lasted
The mirror said, "You are you conceited bastard"
Well that's true, that's why we never have no beef
So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf
This passage is most interesting, as it shows Mr Doggy Dog talking to himself in the mirror, and in his conceit, answering his own question. As one who is a 'pimp' or 'dope as fuck', it is common practice to have a high opinion of oneself.
Used Oil of Olay, cuz my skin gets pale
And then I got the file, for my fingernails
I'm true to the style on my behalf
I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath
Clean, dry, was my body and hair
I threw on my brand new Doggy underwear
A continuation of the typical morning ritual. Notice the reference to wearing his own name brand briefs.
for all the bitches I might take home
I got the Johnson baby powder and Cool Water cologne
Suggests that Snoop is prepared to, if not out right expecting, to meet a female in the course of his day.
Now I'm fresh, dressed, like a million bucks
Threw on my white sox, with my all blue chucks
I take this to mean white athletic socks, although the spelling could possibly mean a White Sox baseball cap, which coloring makes it sufficiently 'fly' for daily wear. 'All blue chucks' of course refers to Converse Chuck Taylor canvas high top shoes.
Stepped out the house, stopped short, oh no
I went back in, I forgot my indo
Indo is one of many references to marijuana.
Then I dilly (dally) I ran through an (alley)
I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley)
This was a girl playin hard to get
So I said "What's wrong?" cuz she looked upset
In this passage, Snoop is to be found strolling through his neighborhood, when he happens across an old acquaintance, who also happens to be a customer.
She said um

It's all because of you, i'm feelin said and blue
You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days
I love you so, how much you'll never know
Cause you took your dope away from me
A-huh, a-huh, ahuh
Here, Sally appears to be filled with sorrow, as Mr Doggy Dog has apparently refused to provide her with marijuana in the recent past.
Damn, now what was I to do
She's cryin over me and she was feelin blue
I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye
Snoop feels some concern for his former acquaintance, and finds himself in a moral dilemma.
And here comes your mother with those two little guys"
This is a confusing passage, however, I have it narrowed down to one of two interpretations. Either Sally's mother is approaching with a pair of midgets, or that her buttocks is of such propensity that it precedes her on each side, thus represented by 'two little guys.'
Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!!"
Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye
Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet
Slammed the child on the hard concrete
Sally's mother, at this point, appears to administer an unwarranted assault on her daughter.
The bitch was strong, the kids was gone
Somethin was wrong I said, "What was goin on?"
T
he first part gives credence to my earlier assessment that the mother appeared with two midgets, represented here as 'kids'. We also see Mr. Doggy Dog attempt to assuage the situation.
I tried to break up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!"
She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!"
Now we can clearly see the reason for the assault: Jealousy. Apparently, Mr. Doggy Dog has denied his product to both females. One can only assume that it was due to antics such as these that he felt discontinuing business was in his best interest.
She grabbed my closely by my socks
So I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks
Sally's mother has gone prone, in deference to Mr. Doggy Dog, at which point he flees, while at the same time protecting his testicles.
But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick
This line seems counter productive to what we know of Snoop. A self titled "Top Dog", how is it that he is captured so quickly by these 'bitches'? Upon further research of other artists, (specifically the song "Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta") I have learned that "Real gangster ass niggaz cain't run fast", which would explain this phenomena.

They started cryin on my shoes and grabbin my dick
and sayin....

Why don't you give me a play
So we can brake it down the Long Beach way
Here, the women are requesting Mr Doggy Dog to supply them with marijuana so that they may get together again as they had in the past
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Adding further incentive, it appears both women are offering sexual favors as well.
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I just love your jazzy ways
Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay
The two women continue flattering Snoop, apparently 'feening' for 'a hit' of his marijuana. At this time, i feel it is important to note that typically marijuana does not have this sort of 'desperation' effect on people; it seems reminiscent of a more serious intoxicant, namely crack-cocaine. While this song does not have any references to the possibility of Snoop 'slanging rock', which is to say distributing crack-cocaine, there are allusions to that possibility in some of his other work.

And on and on and on she kept goin
The bitch been around before my mother's born!
I said, "Cheer up!" so I gave her a hit
I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!"
Snoop appears to be irritated with the undue attention from the older woman, yet still compassionate, as he provides her with a sample and attempts to let her down easy.
She said, "No you're not," then she starts cryin
I says I'm nineteen, she says, "Stop lyin!"
I says, "I am, go ask my mother
And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover"
Forced into cruelty, Snoop must inform the older woman that she is in fact akin to his own mother in age, therefore making her an incompatible mate in his eyes.
Yeah, uhh, tic toc you don't stop
And to the, ah tic toc and you don't quit
Yeah, tic toc and ya don't stop, and to the
ah tic toc and ya don't quit, beeeotch!
This final passage alludes to the passing of time, and the fact that things seem to stay the same.

Overall, a gripping tale of the struggles a 'pimp' has to undergo while dwelling within the 'hood'. I invite you to listen to this song, to get the full experience.

Fuck yeah...

The Angry Man

Friday, January 15, 2010

Offense - Recap

Still here... still Angry... or am I?

It's been about a month since my last post. I've been debating on just wrapping the whole thing up, not take the time to write anymore, pass out the handshakes and campaign buttons and go on my merry way. I've tried to write... I've got 2 unfinished posts to prove it! Maybe I've lost my edge, I thought. Maybe, with the events of the past several months, I've used up most of the anger. Maybe I don't need it anymore. Was the rage the only thing keeping me going? Did I turn into some fucking adrenaline junkie, only able to function with a head full of fire, and now that the heat has died down, I'm going to go back to who I was?

FUCK THAT. I've got the fire. I've got the passion. I've got the will. It was NOT anger that kept me going, but a desire to do right. I made a motherfucking PLAN, and that plan is working. That motherfucking plan was brilliance in itself, and I am a fool for thinking otherwise. A very important piece of that plan fell into place this week, and I could barely handle it. I had to step back and look, like "Holy shit on toast! Really?! You mean that actually WORKED?!" Fuck yeah, it worked! And, it's what you set out to do in the beginning, you dick, so fucking quit whining and get your ass back to work!

So, in my new role of high narcissism (and apparent schizophrenia), I thought I would take the time to recount the successes of the past year.

1. Moving Out. This is the point at the very end of April '08 when I made the decision that I was not living a real life. I finally realized that I had totally relinquished control of myself to another person. It was not with anger that I came to this realization, but the anger was there to help me carry through with the decision. Do I blame her? No, not really. People tell me I should, but in my new capacity for reasoning, I KNOW that the only person with power of me is ME... and to whomever I give that power. I handed over the reigns to the Me-Sleigh, and she accepted them and started pulling. Her fault, or my fault? Meh, its done now...

2. School. I finished school in September. This is more than just a last year success, it goes back to '06 when I started. This is the point when I first started DOING instead of THINKING... and it fucking WORKED. I came out as ME, and people responded. People came to me with questions, teachers selected me for leadership roles, students WANTED my help. It was the nerdy equivalent of Gym Class: I was first picked for dodge ball every time. This was where I really started seeing that there was much more to life than what I was doing.

3. Friends. No particular milestone for this one, but with my new found love for myself, I was able to put that love towards other people. And, once again, they responded. By not trying to garner affection, but by literally just being me and saying what I thought, when I thought it, most people I came into contact with responded favorably. While there have been some who were not able to handle someone with real thoughts and ideas, those were few, and of no consequence now.

4. Family. First, my boys. I have a relationship with my boys that is of MY choosing. I am no longer concerned about what I SHOULD be doing, but with what I FEEL I should be doing. Fuck you Cosby Show! Second, Mom. Mom is just mom, she never judges, never makes me feel bad, just shows up and does her thing, and we get along great. Dad... judges, makes me feel bad, doesn't just show up but waits for an invitation which goes back to making me feel bad... and we get along great! The fact that I can tell my Dad these things now has given us a powerful relationship that we've just never had. Finally, all my brothers. The Younger trio have always been distant from me, which is primarily a geographical deficiency more than anything else. I have been able to break down the walls, and just be able to hang out with those guys and get to know them, and will continue to do so. Older brother has always been a dominant figure in my life; someone I can't help but to look up to... I think the greatest thing to come about from this change is, I think in some ways, he now looks up to me.

5. Holidays. I went through almost a full years worth of holidays this year on my own, but that doesn't mean I was alone. Holiday's used to mean "Fuck, we gotta go over to such-n-such's house. How can I get out of it?" Now it is "4th of July? Ok, cool... how about we sit on my porch and eat marshmallows out of a bag and watch the neighbors shoot bottle rockets?" Now my youngest comes to me every weekend and says "Can we watch fiya cwackers?" and I say "Boy... its December... get in the house." Holidays became this horrible obligation to other people, instead of a chance to let people know you love them, and to have fun. Halloween I went trick or treating with the boys, Thanksgiving I spent alone in spite of all of the dinner invitations, Christmas was with the boys, Mom, Dad, everyone who SHOULD be involved in Christmas, and New Years was spent in the company of strangers, which I think is the way it should be done.

6. Love. I'm not going to get all sappy and gooey, nor am I going to give any details as to WHO it involves; That's not what this blog is for. Suffice to say, if I love you, you will know, because I will tell you directly, and I will show you what you mean to me. That goes for everyone. I have had TREMENDOUS strides in this department, by simply letting the barriers down and letting my heart out. That is at the core of what my plan was about in the beginning, starting with myself.

That's where I'm at right now... and the Plan is still in effect. I have made some leaps in the Career department, but I'm satisfied where that is at for now. Career is a hard place to put a 'Not Give A Fuck' attitude, as generally the entire idea of a job interview is to bullshit your way past their guard and make them believe you know what you are doing. I'll figger that one out soon enough, I'm sure... Really, I think that if a fucking new boss can't handle me, then I didn't want to work there in the first place.

Finally... Thank You. Thank you to those who read my posts, and to those who have accepted me for who I am. Also, Thank you for smacking me when I doubted my Plan.

The Angry Man