Yeah Maaan I Was Lit!

The Don's pt.2

I could be here all day talking about all the yeahs we knocked down. But it ain't enough time. Point is we was living. Never Take Showers did alright, but all the yeahs say he stink and his breath stink.

Anyway picture painted, these were my boys, we ran hoes together, smoked weed together, finesse niggas together, robbed niggas together, we was boys. In 2017 the second half of freshmen year The Transforming Rat came around more. By our sophomore we were solid. Or I thought. I don't wanna jump ahead, but I said Never Take Showers & The Transforming Rat told on me. What we lacked was loyalty. For some reason we never motivated each other. Like I watched Najee and Never Take Showers flunk out. Not once did I encourage them to go to class or simply study. Najee had a bad habit of talking shit (in a joking way) in front of the yeahs, shit was annoying. Never Take Showers swore he was El Chapo, with them weak ass zips.

I could have been a better friend by telling him to quit selling weed. We in college, not the trenches. Get a job. Then again I broke in dorms and took niggas shit. Hitting niggas with the counterfeits. See my point? We never had "bro let's go get a job, get a check conversations." We never had those moments of telling each other what went through, we never really truly knew each other.

Except for me & Najee. Like we had those convo's. Scratch that, he did. I love my nigga bruh, no funny shit that's my brother. He the only one that tried to drill shit in my head, like a dad or some. It just showed he cared about me as a friend.

It's sad how we let each other fall apart, because we were influential.

This can't be denied. For example my 19'th birthday we had a 'Donbacc' instead of kickback. It was lit asf too. This Donbacc, went up ALL NIGHT. Two different spots and did not get shut down at all, in the commons and was deep. Never Scared was there, and Get addicted. And the yeahs. Nigga had a house full of hoes. Nah for real. But right after the first 'Donbacc' all these lil groups started popping up with lil names and names to their parties and shit. Aside from the established party promo teams, sports teams and Greek life, wasn't nobody going around with lil group names or whatever. After the Dons, you had some shit called Elite Eight, Bad Bitches On Deck (BBOD), Fabouls Five, (it was six but the Camera girl got no love. I liked her though, that's V). Just shit like that. We started that. Certain niggas we hung around went to stealing the lingo and all.

To go even further the 2017/2018 SGA President and Vice President was fucking with our campaign. They were our first two Donnets, names in the Don book. Point is people liked us. They fucked with us.

Not to mention we were super plugged in. Me and Najee fucked with "Never Scared" a party promo group heavy asf (get to that later). Never Take Showers & The Transforming Rat were apart of Get Addicted, another promo group. As time went on The Transforming Rat would be apart of NCAA, Coliegte 100, and the Campus Activites Board. He also would win Mr.AKA, and he was on preline for Alpha. I had some going on at the radio station with my home girl Shayyzam this lil podcast we started (never finished it either). My GPA was on some funny shit, but I was plugged in with the Nupes real hard too. I never made line, but at that point the robbery happen and I wasn't there. But I had someone from the 17 line (they didn't cross though) tell me the be strong poem, and what Phi Nu Pi meant. I spit the knowledge to the one's who actually crossed in '17.

Me, Shayyzam, Faith. We had this podcast "opinions" at least we tried lol. S/O Shazzam tho. We got the
Zam Effect podcast when I come home.

Because of this they was fucking me, one Nupe 'magik city' from the '16 line was running me. But once I learned I only needed votes from members on campus I dubbed all that. My grades was in the way, so I tried to cross renegade on some thirsty shit but they wasn't with it. We was working on it though, I had pretty good relationships with the 16 and 17 line members. I got real cool with Dre, he hyped me up talking about "you already look like a nupe." I was shooting for that Trey club too man. That's something I regret a lot, I wanted that bad. I didn't know about that stuff on the street, I only knew about Sigma (my foster father was one). Because of that Crip shit, I went to their interest meeting in '16 but the Sigmas at state were terrible. This one time this girl was like, "watching them stroll make my chest hurt." Plus Kappa spoke to my soul man. °long ass sigh° One more thing, man my shimmy hard as hell, I had it all planned out to, I was going come out to Persian Rugs. Mhm, the Jacquees version. Najee was supposed to make sure Conyers was front row, I was going shoot my shot that night man. DAMN!

Anyway.

Me and Najee fucked with TYG DJ's hard too. In '17 I hosted a party with them. We never paid for anything either. No parties, no probates or none. Just walk in, post up with whoever throwing the event. We just were known as The Dons. Face card immaculate. Lol speaking of probates we knew the whole line before they crossed, more than once. And not because they sent us their club number either. All of our face cards was good. People would just tell us stuff. We knew everything about everything without even trying.

In '17 a few freshman, really thought we were a real organization and tried to join. We were the first freshman to ever throw an event. Freshmen are not allowed to host events. I, me, Shazzam like litterally bucked on them folks trying to do fall class registration and held our event (shout out Mr.Miller for that) "A thin line between intimacy and the mind:Building relationships." I actually got this award, I was the first Mr.Man Of Excellence. Like the first. Ever. From the Men of Excellence acamdey.

Period.

Point is we had so much potential to do something great. Something amazing. But without root, nothing can stand. The Bible speaks on this, in Jesus's parable of the sower. Things need root. Friendships need root. You have to constantly water this root, nurture it. And like the Bible says your constantly "nurturing" two things. Life or destruction. Even in your friendships. They can blossom or be destroyed. It's all on how you nurture the seed of the relationship.

Side Note:
I learned a lot about loyalty since I been gone. Being locked up shows you who ride and who don't. For a minute me and Najee fell out. In '18 things was just wild, bro got a job, and I was scamming. Bro was trying to go back to school, I was upping the fire on niggas. We were going to different ways. When I was on the run he told me, constantly I didnt listen. Over half my time locked up I ain't hear from bro, (we talk damn near everyday now) but I wasn't even mad. I wasn't a good friend, him neither sometimes but whatever. Point is if you care about your friends, tell them, help them. Don't say "free bro" tell him "don't do it." Nurture life into your friends, be honest and ride for each other. Loyalty. Real loyalty is just the act of love.