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  • Gangsta

    A lesson in naming.

    One day I was hanging in the trap with the Illustrious, Macie and Greg. It was late in the afternoon after a late night and another one to come. I was flying back to NYC and the kids were packing up the van and driving 5 hours to do a gig and five hours back to make school the next day.

    In our rambly smoky haze the subject of my name came up. I explained that my real name was Rosina but I never wanted to be called Rosie because of a commercial running on tv that featured Rosie the diner waitress explaining how bounty paper towels were the greater picker upper. Rose seemed to normal, to ordinary in my Italian-Catholic neighborhood and Rosina to old fashioned.

    So I renamed myself Zini. And that’s how I got my name.

    “That’s gangsta." said the Illustrious, "You so gangsta, Zini”
    “Why is that gangsta?”
    “Because you said fuck that naming shit, I gonna make my own name.
    That’s gangsta.”

    So there you have it, I been gangsta since I was six.
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