I don’t trust these niggaz
I don’t love these hoes
I don’t love no one
like my mama
I’mma get that bag full
Ooh I’m so thankful
I remember for days when I was
Praying for a handful
-Greez
These lyrics come from a rap song by a Toronto rapper who goes by the name of Greez.
Why am I sharing them, you ask? Well, it’s because I’ve been thinking quite a bit lately about what is truly valuable, and Greez’s song seems to me emblematic of a certain spiritual ignorance which is unfortunately widespread these days.
Personally, when I listen to his song, I feel sorry for him. This guy can’t trust his friends and doesn’t love the women he sleeps with?
That doesn’t sound like something to brag about to me. That's just sad.
If he doesn’t love his “hoes”, we can bet that they don’t love him either, so it seems to me that he is obliquely saying that no one loves him except his mother. And given that mothers are biologically programmed to love their children, we can deduce that no one in the world loves Greez for the person that he is, except maybe his son, who he will almost inevitably fail as a father if he continues on his current trajectory.
The overall mood of the song isn’t really triumphant in the same way that a Notorious B.I.G. track is. After all, Biggie Smalls was actually rich.
He still got shot, though.
Greez clearly still lives in the projects, which presumably means that 1) he can’t afford a house, 2) he will probably die young, 3) if he doesn’t die young, he will probably wind up in jail.
The long-term career prospects of crack dealers living in the projects aren’t great.
Imagine someone bragging about being rich when they can’t even afford a house. That’s the world we live in, folks.
In the words of Immortal Technique:
“Nigga, please… Try moving your moms out the projects with your rhymes.”
It’s bleak, even tragic. Listening to it, can you imagine his mother listening to this song after he dies? How about his son?
Do you think he’ll be proud of his daddy?
It’s sad. I’m reminded of a line from Caught in a Hustle, another song by Immortal Technique,:
It’s funny how on the block, niggaz’ll kill you for cash
But never raise their gun and cry out “Freedom at Last!”
Anyway, if you’re reading this, Greez, I’m an angel sent by God to tell you that you need Jesus.
If you love your mama so much, why don’t you try listening to her?
Also, if you love money so much, you should probably start making an exit strategy. You know the name of the drug game is “Quit while you’re ahead”, right?
If you didn’t, let this guy explain it to you.
You’re welcome. Thank me later.