Another Winter In The Hood

INTRODUCTION

HipHop is a culture that thrived throughout the 90s like a wildfire. A lot of these artists came from the projects. They sold dope around the corner and used their profits for studio time. Well, it paid off. Ferari, Mercedes and Lamborghini. Big super car brands became the characterising factor behind the music industry. Not forgetting the supermodels.
Growing up in the next century and being referred to as a ".com generation" due to the rise of the internet in all parts of the world, HipHop held a special place in our hearts.

"Hey mate! I've got some cash for the weekend. Plus my paps won't be home tonight so we can take the ride and go out with Lisa's friends. She's got really pretty friends you know?"

"Drew man! Relax! I'm reading this article bro."

"Andy did you hear what I just said?"

"Yeah. Something about a car."

"Maaaaan! I've really got to get you off that screen."
Drew slams my MacBook shut and picks it up.

I protest with an angry face " Yo Drew, you're taking a piss."

"Nah fam. Lets get you stoned."

"Hey yo man it better be loud!" I follow behind as he leads me down the hall.

We walk to the college parking lot. There's no sign of anybody. Everyone is in the library. Clearly where I am supposed to be but am here with the best wingman in the world.

You would understand why am still calm if you attended three Mosi Day of Thunder festivals three years in a row, owned a studio and drove to school in a pimped low rider bus. Drew owns it. He bought it after the release of his first EP: High School Don which got a million streams on SoundCloud.

We were the coolest duo and we kept it that way. You might ask how we did it but honestly we just embraced ourselves for who we were really.

"Hey man have you seen Lydia today?" I ask Drew.

"Nah my bro but she definitely has to come to the party tonight!"

Drew unclocks the car. I pause for a second next to the open door.

"Wait you're actually serious?"

Drew chuckles while I hop in and close the door.

"Of course I am! Look my paps actually called an hour ago." Drew pulls out his phone. Unlocks it and shows me his call log.

While am looking at his call log, drew pulls out a box of pre rolls from Extravaganza. A college delivery service for all your 420 products.

"Damn. I need to get a shirt at Will's store after class then."

"Yeah because you've worn that t-shirt for the second time this week."

I connect my phone to the entertainment system and play:
'Drake - When To Say When/ Chicago Freestyle'

"Hey man are you going to light it up or not? The good food is the one at the top. Don't you know bro? We need to get out of here fast." I insist.

Drew flicks the lighter.
"Wwooouuusshhhh, wooouuush." Drew inhales.

"Relax we have fifteen minutes till lunch is served. You know Andy, you've got to relax. I think you need this party." Drew passes me the J.

Puff. Puff. I pass it back.

"You think so?" I ask.

"Clearly man. You're just always on that computer."

"How should I make beats then?"

"I don't know get Kennedy to do your dirty work." Drew passes the blunt back to me.

About Kennedy. Kennedy is this dude in my class that I think is the most naive person I know. He's almost my age but even a kid can bully him. I'm hard on him because I need him to wake up you know?

"Man he really needs to know the UN's policy on human rights!"

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After multiple puffs of bud, we head to the cafeteria. Now you know, greens and good food are the best of buddies. We walk right in and there's no need to worry, we already killed our scents. Now we just smell like Playboy perfume and mints. Typical stoner vibes.