Aunt Pooh Quotes in On the Come Up
"Carrying the torch for Law, huh?"
Not really. More like making my own torch and carrying it. I say, "Yeah," though, because that's what I'm supposed to say. It's part of being royalty.
I mean...I don't think she is.
For one, eight years is a hell of a long time to be clean. Two, Jay wouldn't go back to all of that. She knows how much it messed us up. She wouldn't put me and Trey through that again.
But.
She put us through it in the first place.
"Pooh and her drug-dealing money, saving the day."
It is kinda messed up. Here my brother is, doing everything right, and nothing's coming from it. Meanwhile, Aunt Pooh's doing everything we've been told not to do, and she's giving us food when we need it.
That's how it goes though. The drug dealers in my neighborhood aren't struggling. Everybody else is.
"But," he says, in a way that tells me to wipe the smile off my face, "although I get the song, now people are gonna take your words at face value. And let's be real: You're clueless about half the shit you rapped about. Clips on your hips?" Trey twists his mouth. "You know damn well you don't know what a clip is, Bri."
"Yes I do!" It's the thingy that goes on the thingy on a gun.
"I think about everything we've been through, and if I'd gone through it by myself, I'd probably be where Pooh is right now."
Damn. Aunt Pooh did say she became a GD because she didn't have anyone. Now she's in a jail cell without anyone again. I never realized that Trey could've been like her, with a record instead of a diploma. I know there's so much else that made their lives turn out differently, but he makes it sound like the difference between them was me.
"Do you know what your aunt's biggest problem is?"
I look at the jailhouse. That's kinda obvious at the moment. "She's locked up."
"No. That's not even her biggest problem," says Jay. "Pooh doesn't know who she is, and by not knowing who she is, she doesn't know her worth. So, who are you?"
"What?"
Aunt Pooh Quotes in On the Come Up
"Carrying the torch for Law, huh?"
Not really. More like making my own torch and carrying it. I say, "Yeah," though, because that's what I'm supposed to say. It's part of being royalty.
I mean...I don't think she is.
For one, eight years is a hell of a long time to be clean. Two, Jay wouldn't go back to all of that. She knows how much it messed us up. She wouldn't put me and Trey through that again.
But.
She put us through it in the first place.
"Pooh and her drug-dealing money, saving the day."
It is kinda messed up. Here my brother is, doing everything right, and nothing's coming from it. Meanwhile, Aunt Pooh's doing everything we've been told not to do, and she's giving us food when we need it.
That's how it goes though. The drug dealers in my neighborhood aren't struggling. Everybody else is.
"But," he says, in a way that tells me to wipe the smile off my face, "although I get the song, now people are gonna take your words at face value. And let's be real: You're clueless about half the shit you rapped about. Clips on your hips?" Trey twists his mouth. "You know damn well you don't know what a clip is, Bri."
"Yes I do!" It's the thingy that goes on the thingy on a gun.
"I think about everything we've been through, and if I'd gone through it by myself, I'd probably be where Pooh is right now."
Damn. Aunt Pooh did say she became a GD because she didn't have anyone. Now she's in a jail cell without anyone again. I never realized that Trey could've been like her, with a record instead of a diploma. I know there's so much else that made their lives turn out differently, but he makes it sound like the difference between them was me.
"Do you know what your aunt's biggest problem is?"
I look at the jailhouse. That's kinda obvious at the moment. "She's locked up."
"No. That's not even her biggest problem," says Jay. "Pooh doesn't know who she is, and by not knowing who she is, she doesn't know her worth. So, who are you?"
"What?"
