Friday, June 3, 2011

Birth of Coon: The Story of the Hustle

I swear C4 had a post entitled the re-birth of Coon, but I'm way to lazy to search our extensive blog archives. That being said, I'm gonna call this the "birth of coon."

I remember when me and my cousin chain were little, we decided that while playing in the yard with our plastic boomerangs and flying our Styrofoam planes was fun, we needed to cut that little kid shit out and get money. Now I know a lot of yall are thinking, what did a 7 and 9 year old need money for, to which I will simply answer: comic books and basketball cards.

While My older cousin Pabu decided that he'd rather trap rabbits with barbed wire for fun, and simply steal his basketball cards, me and Chain had bigger....more grandiose plans.

Shovel snow? Cut Lawns? You needed equipment and start up capital for that. These, in the little kid world, would be the equivalent of the kids who became Doctor's and Lawyers as a result of their parents college tuition money and expert guidance.

Ask mom and dad? Dad who? And I highly doubt basketball cards ranks as a higher priority than food with mom. Grandma would simply tell us to go cut thanks.

What did we do, when all other options were exhausted, might you ask? We formed a travelin, coonin roadshow in the tradition of our sambo ancestors, makin a fool of ourselves for the man.

Chain and I knocked on each houses door with a can for money while he beatboxed and I attempted to tapdance, P.S. I have never tapdanced in my life. We were just a smilin and grinnin all the while starting a tradition of hustling that would last nearly 2 decades. We made about 20 bucks that day, a hefty sum for dancin 9 year olds, but got reprimanded by our grandmother when we got home for....well....being coons! She told us about blackface and the old minstrel show days long before i ever watched Bamboozled. While she told us never to do it again, she let us keep the money as we hadnt done anything other than show our entrepreneurial spirit and learned the most important hustler's rule...when a speedbump halts the plan, switch to the next hustle.

Tako: What's your point.

Frank Lucas, Freeway Ricky Ross, Big Meech. All those guys made hundreds of millions off of drugs simply because they thought outside the box. Hundreds of Millions.

It kinda makes the drug dealers today seem retarded. They've now become the "snow shovelers" and "Grass Cutters" , working hard for steady nominal pay with occupational hazards including but not limited to the elements and fierce competition.

Everybody's a drug dealer. Rappers soon learned to switch the hustle by glorifying the drug dealer life rather than living it, and boom! They transitioned to the new class of unconventional millionaires. They were the two little dancing, cooning boys, choosing to use brain over brawn. But alas, nowadays everyone is a fucking rapper and most of them suck. With the exception of those already grandfathered in...the "Big Meech's " of the rap world, rappers are now becoming the grass cutters. The question now becomes, what is the next hustle?


Matter fact, fuck your thoughts, yall dont comment anyway. Here are mine.

Young black men...Stop rapping and selling drugs. Do something original. If you don't you are not the hustler you think you are.



Cheena said...

Is blogging the new hustle? I mean once you actually get paid for it!

Rock said...

I dont think bloggin is the new hustle, but everybody does it.

Here's a jewel though: Blogging is Viral marketing and building your brand at its best. Whatever the next hustle is, it'll be the blog readers who've given the NHB brand value.

Nicole Alicia said...

I like your slant on this! I think young folk are still equating hustling with drugs and rapping tho. The new "hustle" I think is.....well I don't know? Good question. Not so sure it's bloggin' tho, but it sure as heck is a good way to build you brand, I agree.

-Nicole Alicia