Dear Teens of Today:
"Yo dawg, you down to hang wit dem niggas 2nite? We be like yachts n shit n gettin messed."
This. This is the language coming from a pansy-assed, small-town, 15 year old white kid who think's he's gangtsa.
Really? I mean, c'mon, really? You little "gangsta-thugs" have NO idea what it's like to live a g-life. None. There are no "gangs" in our small town. And unless you're involved in a gang in the big city, you sound like an idiot. But you're not. Because I've seen the juvenile crap you do and you all think you're hot shit until the hammer comes down. God forbid your parents (who have seemed to checked out of your life completely, because why else would they allow such stupid, offensive, disrespectful children to run around like they do) actually stopped paying for everything in your life and handing you money to go and buy weed, and coke and whatever else you're trying to fuck yourself up on.
You go ahead and keep thinking you're the next big hustla (which, really, you barely have a clue what that means) to walk the big, mean streets of A-Town. That's the thug life, right there. Girls using abortion for birth control at the tender age of 16 and screwing around with 20-something men. (They are pervs, girls. Pervs. They don't want to be a baby-daddy and you are just a notch in their bedpost. But, they're probably a notch in yours too so...good on ya for sleeping with 37 boys at your age.)
Those. Teens. Make. Me. Sick. Really.
I'll tell you what, kids; all your little idols- The Biggies, the Tu-Pacs, the Eazy-E's, Mr Cee, Bugz, Freaky Tah, all of them and countless others; do you know where they are? Dead. Gone. Shot. Because they couldn't turn their lives around. Oh they tried. They had some good music released that, at the time seemed like they knew something the rest of us didn't, and we looked at them as inspiration. If that is your inspiration, I urge you to think again. Think. Use your brain, not your herb. Because the rest of them? Ice-T, Ice Cube, Dre, Eminem, 50Cent, Snoop and all the other once-bad ass original G's turned their lives around. Why? Because G-life gets you nowhere! It gets you dead by 30. ("but dawg, I don't see myself after 30. I just think I'll be dead by then." Yeah bro, we all thought that. You aren't the first one, and won't be the last to think that.) There is more to life than the first 18 years; wayyy more. But you can't see it because you're blind! And it's okay! You are a teenager! You aren't supposed to know what is going to happen after high school. All you need to know is that it gets easier; much easier than making the bad choices. Bad choices will kill you, eventually.
Work hard at being someone to admire instead of someone to be scared of. Because one day, the nerd who sits behind you in science might be your boss, and won't give a crap that you might pound the shit out of him; he'll just fire your useless ass. And his girlfriend will be hot. Yours will be missing teeth because she likes to smoke meth. That girl in the corner with her nose in a book will be admired for her strength, and when she becomes comfortable with who she is, she'll be a knockout, with brains and money and will be far too good to waste her time with a bad-boy who will only bring her down. The girl with her head in her book isn't using abortion for birth control either so, maybe the slutty one could learn a thing or two about self respect from her. She won't need to end up like you, dependent on some lazy, fat dude who makes 20$/hour trying to support you and 3 kids because you've only learned how to fuck, not make something of yourself.
It starts with how you carry yourself. Pull up your pants. Quit mumbling. Speak English. G-talk isn't real, worth while or a language. Same for you ladies; except make a guy work for it. No man needs to validate you. All kids need to stop posting 1/2 naked selfies. You're kids, actually. The world doesn't consider you an adult until you're 18, or 19, or 21. If someone wants your body, that's it. If someone wants all of you, it's respect. Respect, yeah, that term you all throw around like the world owes you something. No. You earn it. By respecting yourself.
At the rate kids are going these days... I wonder what the world will look like in 30 years. I shudder when I see them walking around the street. This is our future.
"Yo dawg, you down to hang wit dem niggas 2nite? We be like yachts n shit n gettin messed."
This. This is the language coming from a pansy-assed, small-town, 15 year old white kid who think's he's gangtsa.
Really? I mean, c'mon, really? You little "gangsta-thugs" have NO idea what it's like to live a g-life. None. There are no "gangs" in our small town. And unless you're involved in a gang in the big city, you sound like an idiot. But you're not. Because I've seen the juvenile crap you do and you all think you're hot shit until the hammer comes down. God forbid your parents (who have seemed to checked out of your life completely, because why else would they allow such stupid, offensive, disrespectful children to run around like they do) actually stopped paying for everything in your life and handing you money to go and buy weed, and coke and whatever else you're trying to fuck yourself up on.
You go ahead and keep thinking you're the next big hustla (which, really, you barely have a clue what that means) to walk the big, mean streets of A-Town. That's the thug life, right there. Girls using abortion for birth control at the tender age of 16 and screwing around with 20-something men. (They are pervs, girls. Pervs. They don't want to be a baby-daddy and you are just a notch in their bedpost. But, they're probably a notch in yours too so...good on ya for sleeping with 37 boys at your age.)
Those. Teens. Make. Me. Sick. Really.
I'll tell you what, kids; all your little idols- The Biggies, the Tu-Pacs, the Eazy-E's, Mr Cee, Bugz, Freaky Tah, all of them and countless others; do you know where they are? Dead. Gone. Shot. Because they couldn't turn their lives around. Oh they tried. They had some good music released that, at the time seemed like they knew something the rest of us didn't, and we looked at them as inspiration. If that is your inspiration, I urge you to think again. Think. Use your brain, not your herb. Because the rest of them? Ice-T, Ice Cube, Dre, Eminem, 50Cent, Snoop and all the other once-bad ass original G's turned their lives around. Why? Because G-life gets you nowhere! It gets you dead by 30. ("but dawg, I don't see myself after 30. I just think I'll be dead by then." Yeah bro, we all thought that. You aren't the first one, and won't be the last to think that.) There is more to life than the first 18 years; wayyy more. But you can't see it because you're blind! And it's okay! You are a teenager! You aren't supposed to know what is going to happen after high school. All you need to know is that it gets easier; much easier than making the bad choices. Bad choices will kill you, eventually.
Work hard at being someone to admire instead of someone to be scared of. Because one day, the nerd who sits behind you in science might be your boss, and won't give a crap that you might pound the shit out of him; he'll just fire your useless ass. And his girlfriend will be hot. Yours will be missing teeth because she likes to smoke meth. That girl in the corner with her nose in a book will be admired for her strength, and when she becomes comfortable with who she is, she'll be a knockout, with brains and money and will be far too good to waste her time with a bad-boy who will only bring her down. The girl with her head in her book isn't using abortion for birth control either so, maybe the slutty one could learn a thing or two about self respect from her. She won't need to end up like you, dependent on some lazy, fat dude who makes 20$/hour trying to support you and 3 kids because you've only learned how to fuck, not make something of yourself.
It starts with how you carry yourself. Pull up your pants. Quit mumbling. Speak English. G-talk isn't real, worth while or a language. Same for you ladies; except make a guy work for it. No man needs to validate you. All kids need to stop posting 1/2 naked selfies. You're kids, actually. The world doesn't consider you an adult until you're 18, or 19, or 21. If someone wants your body, that's it. If someone wants all of you, it's respect. Respect, yeah, that term you all throw around like the world owes you something. No. You earn it. By respecting yourself.
At the rate kids are going these days... I wonder what the world will look like in 30 years. I shudder when I see them walking around the street. This is our future.
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