The Formula for Disaster.....

It's all about the numbers.......-Da Champ

“Yo, aiyyo y'all niggaz see the stripes, and ignore my rank We gon' do this like pirates now, walk the plank I don't know what niggaz think, there's none above me Problem Child General, nigga thugs love me "

Aiight Champ, I know you don’t do the lyrical shout thing but that’s my man doing 7-12 in Orleans, and it’s cold up there so please, please, please make an exception ?. Okay, today we’ll explore the child bearing exploits and the general interaction between the male and the female of the species in my locale. As I mentioned yesterday everybody got some damn kids. Not one or two…my bad, they might have one or two…per person. And everybody screaming bout “I takes care of mine!!” So why are there over 800,000 bastardized children in Florida ? I don’t wanna even get too deep into that because I got too many stories to tell. A chick gotta eat and I aint got no dependents so do the math, I have no child support check or AFDC check to look forward to so let me hop offa the confidential info.

Moving right along. This is the land of the economic cohabitat. Your (insert babymomma/daddy, or whoever else here) just left you ? Go to the club, you can find a replacement quicker than you can get in for free. However I must caution you, this can only occur at the club. You see, social interaction here is restricted to the club. That is the only place besides the alleged mall (depending on where you live) where you can see a bunch of negroes congregated and this can be Any night of week and Sunday morning. Now at first I would hear about so-and-so taking home this chick he met at the club last night. Then 2 days later I see so-and-so with mystery chick. Bam ! They already living together. And so-and-so has kids he has custody of and she has kids. These people don’t know each other. I can’t get over how quickly someone will allow a total stranger to just permeate their whole living situation. So where does this lead? Instant drama. Made for Maury docudramas are the norm. But really what you expect when you and Big D just broke up Thursday and you went to Club Kathleen Friday night and met Kevin who subsequently blazed you sometime after 4 Saturday morning ? Then while Kevin was at his whoever’s house getting his stuff Tuesday evening Big D came through so you could get your work ID out his car and he knocked it out. Now two weeks later Kevin and Big D clash at the after hours club and Kevin finds out you and D hit two weeks ago and he moves out. Now it’s almost rent time. Your baby(‘s, s) dadd(y) (ies) are mad late with the child support plus the state is gonna get theirs first cause you was getting welfare and you have to pay rent.

You my dear have a dilemma, because when you and Big D broke up you bought an outfit and some new glass slippers. So what do you do?...You go back to Kathleen and hook up with whatever random person so you can in about week and a half hit em up for some rent money. You get the rent paid and thought you dodged a bullet; then comes the heavy artillery, your period didn’t come. You pregnant. Whose is it ? Might as well get that free trip to NY with one night’s accommodation right ?

And so the saga continues.

Get well soon CHAMP, K* keep doing it well, Mysonne it’s almost time, hold your head king.