original gangsta

having trouble with focus in your life? ask yourself...if you were to go to jail for a crime, what would it be? it might be the best way to figure out what you really care about. educational reformation in america? aids research in sub saharan africa? defending people you love? shit, maybe it's just vidal sassoon that you're all about, dog.

i probably would've died for hip hop back in tha day. but ever since ice cube started the family film circuit, somethin' tells me it's takin' care of itself. you ask me today and it's hard to answer. they don't mess around in jail. did you see that movie shawshank redemption? prisoners are mad sexual predators, yo.

darnestown, md, 1991

mr. mark would like to say he's passionate about the people he loves enough to die for them. shit, cocksucker, tits.

so you wanna be a gangster

gangsters live a life of pain and torment. before you get into that lifestyle, you should ask yourself what you're really looking for. 'cause if it's some love, there's always a squad for hug love. they're usually called moms and they drive mazda mpv's with tinted windows.

tinted mpv's? forgot about those. actually, moms live some gangster shit, yo.

potomac, md, 1994

mr. mark would warn you of "the cougar." almost a hit man like status amongst the hug love squad.

up north trip down memory lane

how many of your childhood idols have you seen on america's most wanted? i guess it's the street cred alternative to a "the more you know" psa.

rockville, md, 1992

mr. mark sends care packages to all his idols locked in the belly of the beast. they can trade the licorice for cigarettes if needed.

braggin' writes

"i got stabbed in chile and all i got was this lousy medical bill." i guess it's kinda better than bleeding to death. i shake my head at the fact the $30 gets you an emergency room visit, a tetanus shot, consultations, and minor surgery in south america while $30 barely pays for the parking garage in a northamerican er while you interminably wait clinging to life. hoodz come in different cloaks, yo. some wear hoodies and others wear a smile and a name tag that says "william mcguire." think about it and ask, who's really gettin' that knife in deeper?

bitter? yeah, a little bit, mothafucker...

santiago de chile, 2005

mr. mark says the word "aetna" whenever he's cutting a steak.

make 'em say hug

'cause every thug needs a no limit shoulder to cry on.

the source, 1999

crosstown beef is the basis of hip hop. let's move towards local greens in the millennium, y'all.