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     Everything that’s gold doesn’t glitter . . . Yes, I know what I said & I meant it. You likely came up being told the reverse but I came up telling myself the version which I choose to use.  Money is a means to an end, a necessary evil (it isn’t evil in any manner, the lust for it takes that cake. . . Ppl are the evil) due to its being a tool in the handling of responsibilities & the procurement of necessities; otherwise, I haven’t much need for it (when I was younger, I thought I did).  The most fun I’ve ever had with another human being 🤔. . . Much of that time I was bout broke, had no car & I stayed in a rundown house : everything that’s gold doesn’t glitter.  My gf at the time could care less about that house/my finances & she had a 🚗 (s/o to my G), she genuinely cared for ME : everything that’s Gold doesn’t glitter.  Growing up we started out in the Vrew (mama says we were in Alpha Arms at one point but my memory only goes ba...

     Ok time to speak on the genius of this here 3 part epic drama (I warn thee that I am a bloviator, so this gon take some time). So Jay cheats on B with Becky (allegedly Dame’s ex-wife 🥶) & that act alone changes the course of their lives & music forever. Jay is Jay & seemingly has the 🌎 in the palm of his hands .... then B discovers his debauchery and hastily grabs her daughter & to the West my brother to the West. Up until this point Jay is basically, undefeated since he stepped onto the scene but this one hurts; hurts like no pain he’s ever endured and that’s saying a bunch when Adnis is considered. Jay watches his family ride into the sunset while he instead is simply burned by the sun. Over time B has to face the fact that her husband cheated & that it will soon become public: will she forsake him? Will she forgive him? Tis my personal opinion that initially Jay turned her out & in doing so, acquired there lion’s share of power in the rel...

“So there’s a black guy and 2 dead bodies. . .” sounds like the start of a politically incorrect joke or maybe even an “alleged” police report 😳 but it is neither ; twas the start of my day. This morning I attended the funeral of my Uncle (as much my Uncle as any man who has strolled this 🌎) & 2 things stuck with me.       The funeral/memorial, is SOLELY for the living.  The pastor (remember, I’m weird) was more advertising than eulogizing.  To be honest I could care less what your home church is, I ain’t in the mood to be solicited a membership into a home church. . . Blah blah yakkity smakkity : we are laying a loved one to rest bruh.  The pastor was a blessing & I thank him for his words & time.  I was not speaking negatively of the pastor, I feel the same about most pastor’s eulogizing.  I probably somewhat explain with me 2nd takeaway.       The 2nd body. The 2nd takeaway.  As I said, after the past...

     I grew up in the 80’s : age of 📼, Power Pads, Jheri’s curl & tighty whities. My mom has 5 sons, I’ve seen my share of the tightys. One of my mom’s biggest gripes with her youngest 4 sons (a club of which I’m Vice President) involved those drawls & pis stains. I won’t bore you with the details but allegedly, there was a consistent presence of such stains in my childhood homes. I’m sure that most of the multitudes of little boys who left pis stains in their drawls did so for a single reason (psst, it’s mostly not purposely done).      As a man I no longer wear tighty whities nor do I suffer the affliction that is pis stainery (hold all 👏🏾). . . Simply put, I learned patience : a difficult lesson to learn, a priceless gift to attain.  As a boy it was as if I were in a rush to do everything, afraid that I would miss even 1 thing. Life comes at you fast as a kid. . . School, the opposite sex (same sex in the case of some others, not sure sex...

     Human newborns are some of the most dependent in the animal world; where in mere minutes many other mammals are, at the least, able to communicate with those around them . . . we humans take weeks to do much more than cry. When hungry we cry and when we’ve “pottied” ......      In “The Hearts of Men” I speak on the importance of “shit,” .... this ain’t The Hearts of Men but the truth remains the truth. Those same helpless babes which I was speaking on a few keystrokes ago, yeah them.... when they take a dump on themselves it is usually announced to the 🌍 in the form of cries and the horrific odor known as “shitty diaper.” Without such an odor “old helpless” would be submitted to at least a few more minutes if wallowing in 💩..... sometimes it’s best we let the “not-so helpless babe” wallow a lil bit.      Detroit Red sold dope, El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz was a dope soul. Michael 👑 Jr. is said to have reveled in the occasional hooker, Mar...

      Over the past few years there has been a phenomena running rampant in much of my community ; a phenomena that effects a multitude of people, in a multitude of ways. Today, with a few clickity claks of my right thumb ( I’m doing this on my 📱 & honestly, it takes more than a few clikkitys to complete 😁 ).      For decades the number 40 represented, middle age : the accepted halfway point of the journey to that promised culmination of life ( the dirt nap, aka 💀). Mid life crisis marker aka 40, is no longer “bout that life.” “40 is the new 30,” naw 40 is the new entry level “DBA” tax ( doing bidness as ) . . . a term which many small business owners are familiar with.      There’s a section of women in my community that champion $40 as their call to arms & while the $40 phenomena is very real, it is not what I will attempt to explain within these words ; I am going to explain why 40 ended up being the widely accepted figure of ch...

     It has become a regular occurrence seeing various individuals speaking on the the fact that many in their own communities choose not to support them : Tis not as if Christ’s teachings were poppin ..... that is, until AFTER Christ took flight ; his disciples, not friends but DISCIPLES, did not wholeheartedly believe in him until there was physically “no him.” Many times those familiar with you also have a “familiar” set of limitations associated with you. I do not and cannot expect support from those I know‬ personally and I make this statement without malice and with no negative connotations attached to it. I “expect” more support from those whom I’ve never met.         None of us are without faults and as I constantly state, each of us come with a certain amount of bullshit (amounts vary & the trick is realizing those who are worth their accompanying percentage of bovine solid wastage 🤢). It is simple, who hath indulged in the more of your o...