The Curious Case of the Broke Nigga Hustle

Being broke isn’t something to be ashamed of. Most of us are. Not like Eddie Caine stranded at the airport doing Jaunty tunes on the Road to Rupert, but like not  comfortable enough to go blow off 15 hundo in mall and not feel it. I work. I have a kid, and I have bills. I do alright. I’m comfortable, but I’m not balling. Most niggas ain’t. So why do we feel we have to portray that image? 

Niggas out here working, getting just enough to pay the rent in the oversized apartment he need three other roommates to afford, then falling off in the club buying oversized and over priced bottles from the bar tryna stunt. Next morning, light folks at the door ready to black out ya existence. That’s ballin tho. 

I mean check out these cats out here tryna hustle just to go to BYOB parties with a case of Corona. You losing, bruggy. What have you accomplished today. Did you buy ya baby pampers? Did you eat a proper meal? Did you pay something, anything on a bill. Nah cuz fuck bills, you don’t have em. You float from house to house. Delusional hoodrat to hoodrat, laying your hat where ever you please and inviting all ya other broke homeboys over to play 2k and eat up all her children snacks and hot dogs. 

That is fly shit tho, huh? I feel ya, must be nice. What’s crazy is the women allow it tho.They allow you to limit your growth as a man because they “ride for they niggas.” She don’t care you steal out her purse. You needed it. She don’t care you and ya boys fucking up her freshly cleaned carpet. Turning her candles into ash trays. You gone lay good wood to her and everything gone be alright. Female X is probably dumber than you. But I’m not judging.

Here’s what I’ma do tho. I’ma go to work every day, ride a forklift and chill for 12 hours. Come home good. Go to sleep, do it all again. Sounds boring and repetitive but i’m making my way. I don’t have shit to worry about.

Stability is key.

I’m not where I wanna be yet, but I ain’t yall. So I consider that winning. 

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