A lot of my Carolina kinfolks expressed interest in these Pardon My Cockiness t-shirts. So, here’s the link to purchase them.

Pardon My Cockiness t-shirt available @ PovertysThread.com

The site only has XL and up, but I have a L, so anyone looking for a L or smaller might wanna email them at povertysthread@gmail.com

Shouts out to Charlamagne Tha God and Stupid Dope Moves for getting these made. South Crack The Album in stores and online August 19th.

If you know the boy R.E., my whole style of dress is kinda preppy/school boyish. Most of the time you’ll catch me rockin’ something with the emblem bearing the stallion. If not that, then you’ll see me with a t-shirt that has a random praise or statement on it. But if I’m not wearing one of those two things, I like to support my dude Troy Gathers and his clothing line called Sixteen Seventy. Troy is from my hometown and he’s been doing his thing with his clothing line for a minute, and his line is one of my favorites.

Check the video and for more information, visit www.sixteenseventy.com

Ok, so I’m starting a new campaign beginning today called “Love Is For Suckers.” It’s kinda like when Diddy was running around screaming “Vote or Die” but with my campaign you don’t have to vote or anything. It’s more like a philosophy that everyone should adopt and implement into their daily lives. Basically, I’ve decided to live the rest of my life with the “Love Is For Suckers” philosophy and a “It’s Not Me, It’s You” mentality. See, the premise of this campaign is simple…girls are stupid (word to Pink). And it’s not me nor has it ever been me, so I no longer waste time on making relationships work.

You see, I’ve fallen victim to the okey doke and when I do, I usually end up looking like this. But ever since making this change in my mind state I’ve been looking more like this and I’d advise anyone that’s ever been sick of love songs to join the movement. Nowadays, if a chick tries to get close to me I do the heismen on that hoe promiscuous girl, tell her I can’t do it and that “it’s not me, it’s you.”

I really don’t have the time for the “L-word.” There’s too much involved with it. It’s an up and down roller coast ride without a seatbelt, full of unneeded feelings and emotions. And the problems that arise when things start getting rocky really aren’t what’s up. Can you imagine having a baby with some stupid heffa, getting married and when things don’t work out she walks away with half? Nah, Jay-Z and Beyonce can miss me with that bullshit (Word to Russell and Kimora). Not to mention the dangers involved when one falls in love, you know people actually get killed over that shit.

Yep, R.E. is a fuxing mess right about now. It’s not that I’ll never travel down that yellow brick road but it might have to be one of these 10 women that makes me better and then she’ll have to work with me like Musiq.

I think this whole thing started because I have friends and ex-girls, around my age having babies and getting married and that scares the shit outta me. So in order to combat this settling down phenomenon that’s terrorizing us ’80s baby (ya’ll know how high the divorce rates are right?), I’m encouraging everyone to join the “Love Is For Suckers” Campaign.

I’ve seen a few people rocking T-shirts around the A, so that lets me know the movement is spreading. If you hurry, you can prolly cop one of the shirts from akademiks.com for about $10 (what, I hope you didn’t think I was gonna give them away or something) and join the revolution.

With this mind frame, I’ll never fall for the okey doke again and I’ll prolly die as a bitter old man in Magic City, making it rain with my retirement money. But that beats having one of you heffas blow my cash after I go.

Anyone that’s knows the boy R.E. knows that I’m a Polo fanatic. If you look in my closet I have at least one Polo shirt to rock everyday for at least 3 months without rewearing anything (secretly, me and my LB, Young Hef, are in a competition but he has me beat…Nucca, I got mortgages. Do you know how much that Purple label stuff costs?). Anyways, sometimes I like to change things up. I met my Charleston homie Troy Gathers last year, who started his own clothing line called Sixteen Seventy a few years back and since then, when I’m not rocking something with a stallion on it, I’m usually rocking something Sixteen Seventy. Sixteen Seventy is a brand that represents the history of my hometown Charleston, SC (as evidence in the brand’s name being the year Charleston was founded) and R.E. is a big fan. I’ve been rocking Sixteen Seventy for about a year now but I just learned the bird on the shirt is a Herring gull which are prevalent in the Lowcounty (ish, I thought it was a seagull myself, those birds be deep in the Chuck, too).

But don’t get it twisted, Sixteen Seventy is no Izod or Chaps (which no one should be rocking in 2007). Troy has his Sixteen Seventy business together. Troy has actor Frantz St. Louis on board as an official endorser and last year Sixteen Seventy sponsored Big Tigger’s wardrobe for an episode of BET’s 106 & Park (hi, haters).

It might take awhile for me to build up a massive Sixteen Seventy collection but I’m working on it (I need that yellow/pink one, Troy. I got some Ice Creams that go with it).

Most importantly, Sixteen Seventy has been around for a couple years now but the brand won’t officially be launched to the public until April 17th (but I got mines cause I’m exclusive like that), then you’ll be able to find Sixteen Seventy in stores all around the Carolinas.

There’s a Sixteen Seventy Ladies collection as well. I remember coppin’ wifie a pink tee awhile back but when we broke up I traded her ish for a Sixteen Seventy T-shirt or something.

So the moral of this story is, if you wanna be fly like R.E. it’s gonna take more than a Sixteen Seventy polo shirt, but it’s a start. Wipe me down, Troy.

Log on to Sixteen Seventy Dot Com for more information.