22 hours ago
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
I like black timbs and black hoodies.....
I sat all day in my kitchen listening to Hot 97. By the time Angie Martinez came on everyone in the world, it seemed like, knew that Biggie had been killed. A part of my generation had been taken. The soundtrack to my fundamental years (the ones following my graduation from HS) had been shot up. That was March 9th 1997. It is hard to believe that was 13 years ago. That my daughter was only 3 years old. That eventually she like her mama would know every line to every Biggie song ever recorded, that's some Elvis shit as far as I am concerned!
Every song on Ready To Die reminds me of someone or something. Juicy is my little brother Slim's theme song. Suicidal Thoughts was on repeat on my CD player during some pretty desperate times in my life. Gimme The Loot was a straight bass kicking, trunk shaking ride around with nowhere to go jam. One More Chance..... let's just say I think every baby mama loved this one. Ready To Die put how we felt about our fathers who had abandoned us into words. I can go on and on but you get the point.
I never imagined that I would end up in Bed Stuy. That everyday I would ride my bike up Fulton St always looking to the left then right trying to figure out which apartment Voletta Wallace raised Biggie in. I am now part of the neighborhood I heard so much about in his lyrics. It's just another reason to love Livin In The Stuy...... RIP Christopher Wallace.