I remember when I was living in a room in the basement that a friend of mine let me stay in. It was in a low income building and I lived under them. There was one difference between me and the muthafuckers upstairs and that was that I went to work every muthafucking day. Do you know those muthafuckers had the nerve to hate on me. All I had was a room that didn't even have a lock on the door. They had one or two bedroom apartments and lived above me and still hated on me because I didn't hang out in front of the building with them. I came and went and minded my business.
I didn't bother anybody. I didn't talk about anybody. I just wished everyone would have minded their own fucking business.
If you want to identify the haters around you, it's the ones that are in everyone else's fucking business. They know everything about everybody else, but they don't have their shit in check.
Read more: Ghetto Bastard: A Memoir (Volume 1) and Ghetto Bastard 2 (Volume 2) by Russell Vann