Welcome back Mys!

Last Friday, as I was preparing to go get my shape up for my travel to Ct I heard the homie Mys on the radio with Ed Lover on power 105.1. Mys is a neighborhood success/tragic/? story. He was rappin and as soon as he started to get recognition and get things poppin, some old trouble came back to haunt him and he got sent up for roughly 5,6,7 years. He was all over the Violator compilation album and he was the Problem Child before 50 cent decided to use that moniker. He was the original Wanna Blow artist before Jae Millz came out and got it goin strong. He was on 2 tracks of Mase’s sophomore effort, Double Up. He lit the world up with the following on the Ruff Ryders volume 2 album:
Its Mysonne/ Lefty, gun up in the right palm/ poppin kneeguhz in they sleep so they die calm/ kill or be killed/ that the shit that Im on/ Desperado style bustin at them side arm/..

Me and him are not peoples, not friends. We are a little different in age but I respected him on some big homie, lil homie stuff. and i assume vice versa. While he was locked up, I found out he was real close to a good friend of mine and her brothers.
Let me tell 2 stories really quickly, I was about 17,18 and went up the block with my dudes to the Chinese food spot and we roll in 3,4,5 deep and place our orders. There was a set of 2 girls and a super light skinned dude I recognized from the summer baseball league I was in. but me being me, I aint acknowledge the kid cuz I was one of 3,4 black dudes in the whole summer league and I aint acknowledge the kid in the league so it was nooo way I was gonna acknowledge him in the hood. Then (and still now) My mindstate was I got enuff dudes. Get outta here unless u got references and cats vouch for u... anyway back to the story... Mys said sumthin to one of the broads and she tried to act extra fly… homie D was like 'do u know who u talking to?' And she flipped like 'I dunno and don’t care '. so Mys starts laffin and starts snappin on the girl and she was still extra hype and her peoples had to escort her out the spot. I was laffin like this dumb tall lightskin dude betta keep his mouth shut cuz my dudes woulda ate him up and he woulda had to deal with me laffin at him at each and every game I saw him at. Cuz then I woulda acknowledged his presence, u know…. for the good of mankind.’

The second story happened maybe a year or 2 before the first account. On Sundays for the last ten years or so the older cats been playing ball from 1230p-4, 5p (depending on the run) well I had next and Mys asked if he could run so I was like yeah. He told me he would be back cuz he gotta change. So he takes his sweet time to get back outside and by the time he gets back I already had picked up a replacement. So he is dumb tight. U could tell he knew he took a while but he was still tight(in retrospect I think he got held up with some family shit when he got upstairs) cuz he flipped. He started digging in the garbages like ‘yo if Im not gonna play nobody gonna play’. He proceeds to break like 8, 9 bottles of 40s mad slowly and he actually started laughing and everyone was like huh and a few wild dudes started bustin out laffin mad hard. (Why there were soo many bottles of 40s in one garbage can, I still do not understand) anyway now that I am roughly the age he was , I definitely understand the angst and the plight of being a lil older wit stuff to do and jus wnatin an iopportunity to have some , good , clean fun and release some stress thru and a hobby and havin to straight act up when ya release is takin away from you.

Ahah oh well.

Well it is just really good to see/ hear the homie back out in the world moving and shaking and speaking so positively.
Hold ya head Mys. Welcome back