We all know that one person (or maybe more than one, shit, it’s an epidemic these days). You know the one. The one who talks a great game, but never backs it up. The one who is always making all these grandiose claims, but can’t ever show you anything of substance to prove it. It’s the guy who claims he is always “grinding“, but who has been trying to get a rap career started since Tupac was still alive. Yep, that nigga that stays telling you how he’s in “the studio” or “the lab“, but in all actuality he has only managed to record in his own bedroom and his only claim to fame is that he posted the shit on MySpace for his 27 friends to hear (or not, because seriously, who the fuck is still actively using MySpace?). That’s not a career. That’s a hobby. Or, my favorite form of fronting ass fraudulent foo’: the person who stays in the most expensive outfits that the swap meet can provide, but who’s always yelling out how they’re “BAWLINNNNNNN’” and talking about the bigger and better shit they’re “finna” buy next. I know cheap shit when I see it, ho. Those Gs on your “Goach” purse aren’t fooling anyone, and if you ever find yourself wearing imitation SouthPole or Platinum Fubu you should seriously reevaluate your whole existence. Seriously.

Well, here is a NEWSFLASH for all these sad, frontin’ ass individuals, since they don’t quite seem to get it: Bitch, we don’t believe you!

Now, this is not about me thinking everyone should actually be “balling” or even hugely successful in all their endeavors. Shit, we all gotta start somewhere, and that somewhere is usually in the fraternity of Broke Phi Broke (© Kanye). I am just a struggling college student myself. I am not paid in the shade sippin’ on a glass of lemonade. I gotta work hard to earn my little nickels and dimes, just so I can go and ball out at the taco truck and make it rain at my local wishing well. But the difference between my broke ass and Miss “I’m paid $$$ < just look at those dolla' signs and the designs on my acrylics” is that I have embraced my position. I can’t afford Gucci and Louis Vuitton (yet), most of us can’t, so I’ll be damned if I try to pretend I can. I’m in school attempting to position myself to one day make enough money to be able to afford some of the finer things in life. What I do not and will not ever do is run around attempting to convince the world of something that’s not true. Now, don’t get it twisted, you don’t ever have to LOOK broke. There are far too many sale and clearance racks for that, but when you attempt to spray paint the bottom of those Payless heels red for the “Louboutin effect”, Houston, we have a problem. Just do you and focus on finding a legit way to get into that higher tax bracket that you so desperately desire to belong to. Focusing on fooling the world is futile. You only end up looking foolish. Oh, and baby boo, everybody can’t have a rap career. I’m sorry, it’s just the truth. The music industry is crumbling as we speak, you might wanna invest all that money you are spending on equipment into an education. Everest is always seeking applicants. I’m just sayin’.