Wednesday, March 31, 2010
That's where I'm from.
It's a "big town" that is geographically located as the midway point between Miami and New York. Growing up, it was a great place to live. It was a place where I could be a kid. It wasn't dangerous. It was easy living. For the most part, blacks and whites got along. It was also a place were it was common to see successful black men who were active in the community. We were your typical middle class family.
Everybody lived like that, right?
I wasn't naive enough to think that everybody lived like those of us who grew up in Florence. My experience growing up was normal to me but wasn't typical.
Or was it?
As I grew older, I learned about the bruthas and sistas across this country who grew up on hard times. Many of them grew up in poverty. They grew up in the crime/drug infested neighborhoods. Some even grew up in areas where they dealt with gangs. Was I shocked to learn this? No...I always knew that there was a world outside of Florence. I had traveled and had seen a lot.
I think I got confused when the crime/drug infested/gang related/gun violence culture became solely...all of black culture. When did it happen? I dunno? Was it with the explosion of rap music (yeah...let's blame rap...lol)? It just seemed like overnight...being from the hood/slum/ghetto was the story of every black person. Especially black men. You were considered HARD if you grew up in the hood. Hmmm. Interesting concept that I couldn't get into.
Then you had those who had the war stories. You know...the ones who talked about how the grew up mired in a life of crime. The ones who sold drugs like Tony Montana. The ones who shot at more people than John Rambo. The ones who did more time in jail than Nelson Mandela.
The last time that I checked...the issues of cities like New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Miami, and Atlanta...were the same issues in that little place called Florence. Only to a lesser degree. In a town that has a urban population of 90,000 (it was far less than that when I was there), it has the same issues with crime, drugs, guns, and gangs (the mere thought of gangs in Florence makes me laugh).
Life is a struggle. No matter where you come from. While your experiences help your growth, they don't define you. There's no need to believe that we all grew up the same way. We didn't. We are all different and that's what's great about us.
So to those who are concerned with perpetuating stories about how hard your life was...the drugs that you sold...the time that you did in jail...the hood you grew up in...the homies that died in your arms...save your war stories for Private Ryan
Monday, March 29, 2010
A month from now, my family will welcome it's newest member...
It's a boy...
I can't wait for the lil fella to get here.
I hope he's healthy.
I'm excited about having my second nephew...
Oh...don't get it twisted. I'm sure that the first lines may have made you think that I was having another child! LOL! Nah, we're done and very content with our 3 soldiers. Trust me!
I guess in '72 you could say that the name Kyle was exotic. I guess? It was rare. My mom named me that because she had a co-worker, who happened to be white, and she liked the name. I found the name to be very rare growing up. I had only met 5 people named Kyle through my school years. And they were all white. When I got to college, I met 2 black people named Kyle (a dude and a chick). Nevertheless, I like name. Always have.
kyle- a narrow channel of water between two islands or between an island and the mainland; a strait or sound. (Scotish/Gaelic)
What about you?
Does your name have a meaning? (*first names only...some of you may be on a WANTED list...lol*)
If you have kids...what are their names? Do they have a meaning? If you DON'T have kids, what would you name the kids that you plan to have?
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Topic...Sex...you THINK you know but you have NO idea.
Co-hosts...Reina & And1grad
The show starts at 10pm EST, 9PM Central, 8PM Mountain, 7PM Pacific, 5PM Hawaii
Not sure what time the show will air in Samoa
Here's the link...http://bit.ly/aUEwAM
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
F**k the police comin straight from the underground
A young n**ga got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
they have the authority to kill a minority
F**k that s**t, cause I ain't the one
for a punk motherf***er with a badge and a gun
to be beatin on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Ice Cube (F**k tha Police)
I was reading my boy Crecks post about his recent run in with the boys in blue. It's unfortunate that it happened to him. It's even more unfortunate that it happened...at all! His post made me think about all the times that I've been pulled over for NO reason. It's been at LEAST 10 times. I know it happened at LEAST4 times when I was living in Cobb County (NW Atlanta suburb). I remember being pulled over and the officer asking me "why did I have my hat on backwards?" Another time, I had my car (Nissan Sentra) searched and the officer asked me if I had any drugs or guns on me? No officer...I left em at my apartment with the prostitutes and prescription meds. After reading his post, I decided to repost a blog that I wrote in 2008...
Let me start by saying that I don't like cops. I hate to generalize it but I don't like em. I don't feel safe around them, they've never been around when I've needed them, and I haven't met one nice cop. That said...here's my story
I was in New Orleans about 10 years ago on a business trip. My co-worker and I decided to go to Bourbon Street. If you've ever been to N.O. you know that ANYTHING goes on Bourbon Street. We hung out and had a good time and then decided to head back to our hotel. Before we got in the car, my co-worker, who is white, was complaining about his feet that were sore from walking. When we got in the car, he decides to take his shoes off to "rest his dogs." As he was bending over to remove his shoes, I see a police car behind us that throws on the blue lights. We were only a block away from Bourbon Street and we weren't drunk so I dunno why we were being pulled over. The cops get out with their GUNS DRAWN!!! They are yelling at us to get outta the car. They make us stand in front of the running car with our hands on the hood of the car. Apparently, there must be some law about a young black dude and a white dude hangin together...because they thought we had drugs on us. They asked my co-worker why was he bending over...was he trying to hide some drugs? Drugs? You could get ANY drug that you wanted just a block away on Bourbon Street!!!
When my co-worker advised him that he was removing his shoe (as evidence he pointed to his untied shoes), they threatened us. It was a black cop and a white cop. The black cop said "why are you two together?" We explained but the didn't listen. They proceeded to search my car (illegally). We asked could we take our hands off the HOT hood of the car. The black cop said "No. And you better not run. If you move, I'll put a bullet in your back!!" I couldn't believe it. I looked at the white cop and he was cool. He was the one who called off the black cop from going through my trunk and suitcase. My co-worker and I gathered our composure and got back in the car. We were furious and stunned!! We just sat there for about 5 mins before we left. We drove up the street and the SAME cops had pulled over a car full of Mexicans. Wow! I wonder what rule did they break? F@#% the police!
Monday, March 15, 2010
Phat Phat, uh
Ain't nothing wrong with big broads
It's a sure bet
When I stare into your dark browns I get
Overwhelmed, overjoyed, overstep
My bounds, on your touchy subject
Your weight, your shape's not what I date
It's you, my crew don't mind it thick
Every woman ain't a video chick
Or runway model anorexic
I love what I can hold and grab on
So if you burn it off then keep the flab on
We gonna stay gettin our collab on
Girl we gonna stay gettin our collab on
We gonna stay gettin our collab on
Posdnuos from De La Soul (Baby Phat)
For those of you who aren't familiar with the song...this is De La Soul's tribute to the thick sistas. You know...the ones who are not too big but not too small. You know...the ones who has the desire to drop 15 pounds. Those are the sistas who will hit the elliptical machine for 30 mins...then do anutha 30 on the treadmill. She is that sista that is still carrying just a little bit of that weight from a few years ago. She wants the bust size but she still wants to be able to get into those jeans. She might even be the one who is hating on Tamika, who is a size 4 but complains that she is "too big". LOL
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Make sure that you tune in tonight!
Tonight on Blog Talk Radio we will be discussing relationships/dating
My co-host tonight will be Lady K
Show starts at 10PM EST/9PM Central/8PM Mountain/7PM Pacific
Not sure what time the show starts in Japan...
Here's the link...http://bit.ly/9m2ZC6
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Live from Bedford-Stuyverson, the livest one
Representin BK to the fullest
Notorious B.I.G aka Biggie Smalls (Unbelievable)
I remember the first time I heard Biggie was on the Dolly My Baby track by Supercat. I remember borrowing the tape from my teammate Bruce when we were in college. I remember being moved by Biggie's verse. I kept playing the tape (yes...I said tape) over and over. We were getting ready to play a game and I told Bruce that I'd give him the tape back after the game.
He asked for it later that week at practice. I told him that I'd give it to him later when we got back to the dorm.
I had no intention on giving him back the tape. I had become a fan. By the time Biggie's first cd, Ready to Die, was set to debut...I had rocked Bruce's tape so much until it popped. When Ready to Die came out, I bought the cd and never replaced Bruce's tape.
To say that I was a HUGE Biggie fan is an understatement. Biggie was my dude. I think he was a great MC who was on the cusp of being a MEGASTAR before his life was tragically taken from us...13 yrs ago today.
We miss you, Biggie!
Any favorite Biggie memories or songs?
Monday, March 8, 2010
How many of us have them?
Ones we can depend on
How many of us have them?
Before we go any further, lets be
Is a word we use everyday
Most the time we use it in the wrong way
Now you can look the word up, again and again
But the dictionary doesnt know the meaning of friends
And if you ask me, you know, I couldnt be much help
Because A friend is somebody you judge for yourself
Some are ok, and they treat you real cool
But some mistake kindness for bein a fool
We like to be with some, because they're funny
Others come around when they need some money
Some you grew up with, around the way
And you're still real close too this very day
Homeboys through the Summer, Winter, Spring and Fall
And then there's some we wish we never knew at all
And this list goes on, again and again
But these are the people that we call friends
This is one of my favorite songs from back in the day. At the time that it came out in 1984, I really didn't know the significance of what it means to be a friend.
I pride myself on being a great friend to many. I am a friend to many of you who read this blog. Friendships are important. If you ever hear somebody tell you that they don't need any friends...they are lying! We all need at least one friend.
Unlike most people, I don't have one best friend. I have my crew. My crew is my best friend. Everybody in my crew is like a brother/sister. Everybody can't be in the crew. And if you have to ask if you're in the crew...then you probably aint! But I have a ton of friends. And I have even more associates. And I like that.
What about you?
Do you have a lot of friends? Do you have more associates?
Do you have ONE friend?
Do your friends remind you of this verse?
Posted by 12kyle at 12:12 AM
Friday, March 5, 2010
Some things are funny...
Some things are downright slack...
This post is funny to me but it's very slack!
Ladies...how would you feel if you went to Victoria Secrets and paid $50 for a great pair of painties. However, the painties had been USED and worn before but you thought that they were new.
Think it doesn't happen???
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
I'm back on the air tonight.
Tonight's topic...Muzik...Good, Bad, and Ugly
Tune in to the best show on Blog Talk Radio
10pm EST/ 7pm PACIFIC/ 5PM Hawaii
Not sure what time the show will air in Singapore