Windy City Chickenheads Research Paper

Windy City Women: Chickenheads and Scallywags The chickenhead only understands wealth, greed, and self-pity. Some of them are hoodrats that make it out of the Inner-city and then turn their backs on the ghetto while others are the product of an overprotective parent that tried to keep them from learning ghetto tactics. They don’t get real love from the hood, though some of them still get love from their people still lost in the concrete jungle. They have some sense of the struggle and get offended when put into difficult situations. They panic when life gets sticky simply because they’re so used to so-called success. Chickenheads tend to act ghetto until it’s time for action. When s—t gets real, a chickenhead is nowhere to be found.
The chickenheads that have a little ghetto in them are the most irritating. They want to be affiliated with the hood so bad that they end up
dating a ghetto soldier that means them no good because for him she’s just a financial come-up. They choose a lion that roams that concrete jungle when they can only handle the frogs that live in the bushes. They don’t understand that sacrifices must be made. They think they can kiss a frog and make a prince.
That’s why chickenheads are so curious about our lifestyle, but if they aren’t careful the hood will take them under. Their parents taught them how to go to school and learn, but they didn’t teach them about the lions, tigers, and bears that roam the concrete jungle. When the chickenhead becomes curious about the jungle themselves it’s too late. Their parents have already lost the battle to keep them out of the ghetto, and now she’s a good girl gone bad. Most often, they lose their virginity at random, because there’s no telling when a ghetto soldier is going to run through them. The average chickenhead is very compatible with soldiers that go to war for some s—t-talking president, not the ghetto soldier they’re chasing.
Most scallywags, or scallys for short, are born and raised into middle-class families. They may have some ghetto experiences at a young age, but not enough to relate to the struggles of the hood. Their parents might have ghetto tactics and may have even blessed them by passing those tactics on, but most of the time they hide them from their lil’ones. The scallywag’s parents just spent the money for their car note on a hustler like me, not realizing that the people she looks up to are our favorite customers.
The biggest problem with chickenheads and scallys is they don’t know how to survive in the concrete jungle. They have to be taught to abide by street laws, and #1 is Doing What You Have To Do, Not What You Want To Do. The problem is, they’re used to doing what they want to do. They don’t understand that you have to crawl before you walk. Don’t get me twisted, they have some good values too, but those values aren’t as important as knowing how to survive on the streets. Many of them are good business partners; they keep money in their pockets and have good heads on their shoulders when it comes to book-smarts. They make career moves for themselves, but they usually can’t keep a man because their priority is and always will be themselves.
But, we have much love for the chickenheads of the Windy City.
Chickenheads and scallywags aren’t the only ones getting fooled. Suburban women brag, “I’ve got a judge”, “I’ve got a preacher”, I’ve got a dentist”, but what they don’t understand is that we have them, too. The doctor that did your breast implants? He’s late for his ten o’clock appointment because he’s in the hood picking up an ounce of yaeyoe and paying me what he owes double for being late and wasting my time. That’s right, the same demons you praise and brag about are the ones buying and supplying our ghettos with drugs. We know it. They know it, and you’re damn right I’m charging him a late fee. Just because I’m slinging doesn’t mean I’m not a businessman, and my time is valuable.
It’s not the suburban woman’s fault. They aren’t wrong for thinking that it’s a good thing to involve themselves with the best. They are just blind to the fact that everything that looks and smells good isn’t always good. Little do they know that their parents, doctors, and friends are the people I’m talking about.

Windy-City Niggers: The Sell
Outs

They are the so-called businessmen. They have good jobs and “don’t” do drugs. They are the judges, doctors, lawyers, and police. Some are even Inner-city men that made it out of the concrete jungle. Most of them work hard at a legal job, but they are the realest Uncle Toms in the world. They forgot about the struggle the moment they sold their souls. They were fortunate because they managed to avoid a criminal background and have a better chance in society than a ghetto soldier with a criminal history to go along with their high school diploma. They get the jobs and opportunities that a ghetto soldier can only hope and pray for.
The Windy City is full of niggers that forgot where they came from. These cats are maybe 30% of the ghetto soldiers that make it out of the hood. Windy City niggers are the ones who live to be grandparents because they have a much longer lifespan than the average ghetto soldier. Even though they’re out, they try to affiliate themselves with real ghetto soldiers still in the jungles to try and maintain a sense of power in the hood.
The average Windy City nigger couldn’t live in any project or hood, so when they’re faced with sticky situations they do things like kill themselves, become drug addicts, or end up with kids that become serial killers and sex offenders: the good kids gone bad. They raise their families in neighborhoods, no hoods. They don’t have to live with the rats and roaches that hood families see as normal, everyday life. Their kids will never feel a ghetto child’s growing pains.
While a ghetto child witnesses crime and poverty, a Windy City nigger’s family witnesses success and wealth with no sense of struggle. When these suburb-raised kids become adults and have to face hard times, they can’t handle the pain of having to start from the bottom. They lack the knowledge of being about struggle.