Yes that’s right, still a gangsta seven years on from this photo.
As a pale white and skrawny 22 year old from inner suburbs of Australia, obviously I can draw parellels and relate to gangsta rap and everything that it stands for. Obviously my loving upbringing in the inner suburbs of Brisbane is very similar to the plight experienced by poor American gangsta rappers who grew up in the slums of Compton in the States.
All of those nights with a dinner on the table I didn’t make or pay for really were hard. Having pocket money to buy all the pointless shit I wanted? Even harder. Me and the neighbourhood kids substituting guns for capguns? Horrifying. Riding around the suburbs on my legitimately purchased bike? Really tough. Not to mention living in my own room with my very own bed, that was the hardest fucking part!
All of these events in my childhood have shaped my succeeding years in life you know. Going from someone else riches to my own riches has been a difficult struggle, but today I feel like I can talk about it.
“Now with that out of the way, I must go home to make love to my ‘bitch’… psst… don’t tell my girlfriend about that comment she’ll get mad… and also have a nice home cooked meal in my parents home”
All of my horrible memories helped to cement me as a hard gangsta from the suburbs forever. During my teen years I turned to rap music because I felt like I could relate to their struggles on a whole different level than anyone else. I felt like their lives were so similar to mine and that everything they were talking about in their stories had somehow happened to me. All of the ‘paper’ (that’s money for you lamen’s out there) they got from just being straight up gangstas, their fast cars, all of their voluptuous women and the positively ‘uplifting’ stories about said women…
Forget that I was still at a regular suburbs high school at this time, I could connect with all of that man! Because I was living that life! The cap guns, no licence or car, looking at the women that wouldn’t talk to me, throwing up poorly made hand signs to represent my lower-middle class suburb and a few dollars in the pocket, it was totally my life!
As well as that, my everyday language was very much influenced by these fine lyrical wordsmiths from Compton. Because of that alot of people find it hard to understand my street lingo, even today – and it’s definately been toned down since my teenage years. I consider it a tribute to my ‘brothers’ from the USA to work thinly veiled rap references into everyday life. It’s something I still enjoy to this day.
A pink bandana and an AC/DC t-shirt. Now that’s gangsta.
Telling people to ‘chickity check yourself before you wriggity wreck yourself’, talk about ‘scandalous bitches’ and plenty of references to ‘gin and juice’ in getting loose, all a tribute to these fine men. I’m sure they’d be proud.
Now I can only hope as I move into my mid and even late twenties, that I can continue the tradition of ‘keeping it white middle-class gangsta’, because someone has to keep it alive. If not for me, but the other kids I grew up with in the ‘burbs’. To think, today they might just be in a full-time well paying city job, with everything we ‘experienced’ behind them! To think… they might have grown up! I can’t let all of those memories just fade away…