The Big Giveaway (Why DeSean Jackson, on some real talk, gave away that $250K!)

"I already know bruh! And I know you gone clown me!"

Rolling through South Philly over the weekend I ran up on some cats in the projects discussing the art of stupidity. Frank Leahy, the legendary Notre Dame coach, said, “Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.” Harlan Ellison, the famous writer, flipped the ashes off of his square and said, “The two most common elements in the universe are hydrogen and stupidity.” Then Paul Gauguin, the French Post-Impressionist artist, shouted as he was getting a jail house tattoo on the elevator, “We never really know what stupidity is until we have experimented on ourselves.”

Well it looks like DeSean Jackson’s experiment worked like a charm! He’s officially proven to the world that he’s not only flirting with stupidity but he’s seriously dating her! It was reported on Saturday that sometime last week ole boy’s house was robbed of more than $250K in cash and a 9mm hand gun.

First of all, let’s clear up the first piece of this foolishness! The house was not robbed playboy. A robbery involves taking something by force. According to the police report there was no sign of forced entry. Also according to DeSean’s mother his friends have access to the house!

So therefore my brother, the house wasn’t robbed of $250K and a gun. It was given away! Anybody that knows anything about the hood or hood protocol knows that 98% of the time when someone breaks into your crib it’s somebody that you already know and nearly 100% of the time it’s somebody that’s been in the house before.

Cats don’t randomly break into houses bruh! Why? Because they don’t know what’s on the other side of the door. The fact that DeSean posted on Twitter that he was in Miami all week gettin’ it in made it easy for the dun that knew the bread was in the house to go get it.

So like I said, he gave away $250K to the homie that had gotten tired of watching boyz eat and drink like kings! See that same dun that got him wouldn’t have gotten him if he was loyal to him. So it wasn’t one of Desean’s boyz that got him. It was Desean’s boy’s boy that got him! That’s why you’ve got to be careful with who you let in your crib.

Sean Taylor died as a result of his sister having a birthday party at his house and some duns that were at the party scoped the joint out and decided to come back a week later to hit a lick. He just happened to be at home due to an injury and walked out of his bedroom on these fools and here we go. Was it his sister’s fault? Not at all! Was she reckless having duns in the house that couldn’t be trusted? Absolutely!

Rule 1 Section 2 Article 6 of the Hood Code of Conduct says, “You are prohibited from bringing your boy over to my crib if I don’t know him! I don’t care how cool you and I are! If this rule is not followed you will be subject to a beat down in the driveway and sent on your way!”

DeSean is acting like $250K isn’t a big deal because he’s two years into a $51 million contract as he responds on Twitter by writing:

“The things they do 4 a lil paper! Keep a smile on my face God Plan 4 me bigger then that!! Know that 100!”

In the grand scheme of things $250K ain’t no biggie today but when he’s 36 and out of the league it’s gonna become real bread.

That’s trick off money now but to boyz in the real world that’s a whole crib in the suburbs playboy! Well... depending upon where you live. You can get up to 4,000 sq. ft. in Indiana!  That $250K can get you an Ivy League education! It's also a salary of a boy with a medical degree practicing a specialty like Endocrinology, Gastroenterology or Rheumatology. So you can act like it ain’t nothin’ if you want to but one day those NFL checks are gonna dry up! Ask T.O., Randy Moss or Chad Johnson if it’s real money or not!

Let’s keep it real or all the way 100, whichever comes 1^st! Why does a dun have that type of bread in the crib anyway? That's what they make banks and credit cards for pimp! There’s no reason in the world why you would need to have that much paper in the house. That’s real talk bruh!

Ole boy’s been watching too much TV and thought that he was Nino Brown or Tony Montana and forgot that the cats hangin’ out with him ain’t rich. They’re still thirsty and the man sittin’ next to the man, sittin’ next to the man, is so thirsty that he can’t even swallow.

As an FYI to all you clowns that thought it was a G move to have that type of bread sittin' around. Duns like Niño and Tony Montana can't just deposit their money in the bank because they aren't paying taxes on it. So all kind of alarms go off when they show up if they aren't washing it first.

Like Frank Leahy said earlier, “Egotism is the anesthetic that dulls the pain of stupidity.” Ole boy is so arrogant that he can’t even see that the bread isn’t the issue here. The real issue is that you can’t be so reckless with your inner-circle that you open up your crib to cats that have the potential to do some serious damage to you and your family. I’m preahin’ but y’all ain’t listenin’ but you can still pass the collection plate anyway!

Holla At Ya Boy!
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