Whassap yo? This week on Thug Notes we straight buggin with The Metamorphosis
by Franz Kafka.
Things dead as usual in the life of Gregor Samsa. Oh yeah, cept for one
thing: Fool realize he dun TRANSFORMED IN TO A GIANT FUGLY-ASS INSECT. I ain’t even
playin, man. But compared to slavin away for the man, Gregor don’t give a fu** bout lookin
all jacked up. Instead, he start marinatin on how much he hate his daily grind as a salesman.
When his mama come a knockin, she say “Gregor! Get yo lazy white ass outta
bed and go to work!” Gregor try to talk- but his mouth just spittin gibberish.
Then his manager rolls up to the crib and say “Yo Gregor. Man da boss ain’t
gonna take none o dis “sick-day” jive. Get yo sh** together and go to work!” After
Gregor finally opens the door, his Mama passes out COLD, the manager BAILS, and Gregor’s
daddy tries to swat his ass with a newspaper before holing him up.
Eventually Gregor on a new grind- chillin under the couch, eatin trash his sister
Grete tossin him, and listenin to his family go on bout how they all tapped out now that
Gregor’s useless bug-ass can’t bring home the bread no mo.
Later, Gregor be creepin round his grimey digs when his mama peeps dat crusty
ass and be all like “Oh SNAP!” Then his pops start chunkin apples- wreckin dat big
bug FO REAL.
Without Gregor hustlin fo’ paper on the streets, the Samsas start rentin out some
space in their digs. One day Grete busts out her violin and starts layin down some fresh
jams for the tenants. Dem beats are so next level that Gregor crawls out from under the
couch so he can get a closer listen. But when dem scrubs peep game at Gregor’s nastified
self, they tweak out, throw up the deuce to the Samsa crib and tell daddy Samsa that he
ain’t gettin none of their cash monies.
After dat, Grete say “Look, this nappy vermin gotta hit the road,
yo. I can’t live like this anymore!” Our boy can take a hint, so Gregor crawls back
under the couch, and checks out of this whack- ass world fo good.
With Gregor no longer trippin up their game, the Samsas finally get to chill
outside the city. Ma and Pa Samsa take look at Grete and realize she turned out pretty
damn fine. So she gotta start bussin dat ass so she can find a man. Hopefully one who stackin
mad grands. Priorities. Naw mean?
This text right hurr layin down some righteous truths bout what it means to
be human in a modern capitalist society.
The only thing ERRYBODY want you to do is keep yo head down, grind hard
at yo job, and stack that cheddar. And it ain’t just the boss-man wearin yo ass down,
it can even be yo own blood.
See back when Gregor’s was hustlin for dough by being his boss’s favorite nut-rest,
all that bug boy’s family did was just sit on their asses.
But after Gregor gets smacked wit the ugly stick, errybody in the family gotta
sack-up and start makin dat scratch.
Grete got Gregor’s back at first, but eventually can’t stand dat nasty mug
no mo and say he gotta GO. Even though back then Gregor’s cash flow was providin fo
THE WHOLE DAMN FAMILY, they trippin now that all three gotta support JUST him. Aint dat
some sh**?
When even yo family lookin at you like you ain’t nothin more than a
cash machine, you livin in a cold- ass society that can turn even the hardest hoods in to
insects. For Gregor, all dat mess he gotta put up with makes him a little less human
erry day.
Some scholars wonder if Gregor ACTUALLY transformed in to a bug at all. Maybe
gettin dumped on day in day out just made him feel like an insect.
In a hopeless world of hoods always rollin fake, Gregor does the only good thing
a bug can do: curl up in to a ball and die. Damn.
And if Gregor had only one regret, it would probably be that he didn’t subscribe
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