Can't take the ghetto out of me...

Yo, homies -

In the time honored tradition of 'keeping it real,' I've got to let something out, man: The entire Game versus 50 Cent and G-Unit rivalry has caused me significant emotional trauma. In fact, I am unable to sleep peacefully as a result. Not even holding onto my gat (aka, "piece" or "gun"), that lies securely underneath my pillow at night, can console me. Let me explain...

As a student of rap, I'm torn between my West Side roots ( refer to my last name) with The Game and appreciation for the New York niggaz (G-Unit and Jay-Z). Personally, the martyrdom of Pac and Biggie have taught me a lot: "It may be a thug life, but it's the only life you got. We cats are smooth, but we ain't got 9 lives, ya know?" **

(** Phrase copyrighted by Imran '2pac' Shakur. All rights reserved. 1979-2005.)

It's like the death of 2pac and Biggie has been in vain. How can you consider them martyrs now when the East Side and West Side rivalry is heating up all over again?

Thanks a lot, Game, for complicating our friggen lives.

What'll become of the hip hop world if we cannot live by the phrase, "One love." Hey, I understand that we're all thugs and that we live by the gun and die by the gun and whatnot. But, at the same time, we have to learn to cope with another, too...

...You know, I really was going somewhere with this blog entry, but I have to admit, I don't know where to go or how to tie this in, without stretching it, to a real-life situation like a good writer would do. Dizang, man. All this was pointless, then. Guess I really am ghetto...NICE!

Post note: This is what happens when you listen to a CD called, "Game Disses and The Game Hollabacks." Basically, a CD that has Jay-Z ripping on The Game and The Game ripping on G-Unit and Rockafella. Enough of my rapness now...

Peace