Our diets traverse a broad spectrum of austerity, yet share a commonality of poison animal prohibition…we push the intellectual envelope in terms digestible by the black layperson…we teach babies and build our Queens up…we practice the cognitive martial art of scientific yield when destroy power inclinations from our “former lives” urge us to snap wildly…we come in a fine mist yet our mathematical presence is ever resonant, and indeed felt…we love the world, one another, and Allah’s mathematics…we tweet witty words of encouragement to help y’all power through your days…we study and teach the science of everything in life…we err because we are human thus we advocate and seek refinement…we hold our lessons dear…if 40 is the new twenty then nerdy is the new cool…and thus…the Gods and Earths are the flyest nerds!!!
To call me a nerd is to pay me the highest possible compliment, and to be right and exact. I’m guilty as charged. I watch Frasier, as a matter of fact I think it’s one of the most well written sitcoms in the history of television. Kelsey Grammer is one of the illest writers, but I digress. I have a deep fascination with this bastard language we speak which traces back to my childhood. Early on, I realized how powerful the ability to exhibit mastery of it was and found so-called “big words” to be magnetic…hell I still do. As a matter of fact, I treat em’ like slang and filter new material into my vernacular periodically when the words that I’ve been using begin to lose their luster like leftovers on day four. I’m the consummate contrarian, even in my own kingdom. I’m into shit that the Queen and the young God flat out don’t fuck wit’. I read articles and books about the mind. I think “Diners Drive-Ins and Dives” is quality television (even though they cook with too much swine and salt for my taste). I watch the Iron Chef and Chopped just for the scientific application value (even though I’ve never heard of half the ingredients LOL!) And you know what else…? I talk to myself in the car on the way home from the justice, AND I FIND IT THERAPEUTIC!
The beauty of it is, I’m not the only one. I know my nation. Sure we have our share of former hard rocks, convicts, and tough chicks. However, we also have plenty of private school educated, corporate America stalwarts. The Gods and Earths are everywhere and into everything. That’s part of what makes us so special and allows us to endure regardless of whom or what. I’ve never been one to join “formal” groups so to speak. When I was younger, I toyed around with fringe gang affiliation but I never actually joined one. I didn’t run for student government in high-school and I didn’t pledge in college. None of that shit ever really had any allure to me. And then in my understanding ciphers along came this. What can I say? I was drawn to it…can you say magnetic…? We are indeed a unique breed…a hybrid league of individuals merging basic ghetto logic and sensibilities with advanced asiatic cognition. Frankly I think its smashing, and I’m proud to be a part of it. If we’re honest with ourselves we can comfortably admit that it feels good to belong to something. I know I know we’re far from perfect, but what collective is? We are what we are and our culture is freedom…freedom to define and re-define ourselves as we see fit. What could be more peace than that? I forgot one last nerdy confession…I like coffee on Sunday mornings….NERD GANG NIGGA ;-D