First and foremost, I would like to start this post off by saying, “Yes…the fuck…it is.” I love Money so much that I am quick to defend it’s honor. How dare you live in this society and have the audacity to blaspheme the all mighty Dollar.
Has it not provided you with all you have? Has it not given you shelter? Has it not put clothes on your back? Has it not fed you and your children? Has it not allowed you to ball out and stunt on these haters? Then why have you forsaken your Provider?
People love Money until they realize they have to work hard to get a lot of it. Then suddenly “Money is evil” or “Money can’t buy happiness.” There is this stigma that the rich people are a group of evil motherfuckers that stepped on the backs of poor people to build their wealth or that they are bunch of spoiled brats who were born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
Let’s clear this up. Most millionaires in America are not only 1st generation, but they are also self-made. You know what that means? They started off just as poor as everyone else, because their parents were also poor and no one gave them shit. It’s almost as if people forget that the American dream is to get rich and live a lavish life.
How can you hate on a group of people just because they are doing something you wish you could do? No one gets mad at Will Smith because he acts too good. No one gets mad at Lebron James because he plays too well. No one hates Beyoncé for being able to sing her ass off. So why get mad at someone who excels at making money outside of the entertainment field?
A lot of this hate comes from the billionaires (Rockerfellers, Kennedys, Winfreys) and how they became billionaires. Most of them inherited their billions from family members who capitalized on the slave trade, Holocaust and every war in history. These aren’t the people I refer to when I say “rich.” These people are beyond that. Once you make it to the billionaire club, you are now a god. I’m not discussing gods in this posts; only men.
I’m not saying that all rich people are all honest and upstanding citizens, but the same goes for the average person working at McDonald’s. You don’t hate on fast food workers that get free food every day. You hate the rich, because you are jealous and you know you’ll never be one of them. Which is crazy, because most people don’t attempt to obtain riches. You want what they have, but don’t want to put in the work they had to put in. All I can say is, you can’t value money and not actively seek it.
I remember, when I was about 8 or 9, my parents got a divorce and my pops "moved" out of the house. Technically, my mom threw him out, because she caught him cheating....I think. I knew he was cheating, but I'm not quite sure if THAT was the reason they finally divorced. What I do know, is that he was paying the mortgage on the house and those payments stopped once he was no longer living there.
My mom wasn't used to paying ALL the bills on her own, not to mention being a single mother of 2. Naturally, we were evicted from our home despite my grandma sending us what money she could. Now that I think about it, we were evicted pretty quick so we were probably already behind on the mortgage.
So here we were, my mom, little sister and I, with no place to go. In St.Louis, there are plenty of vacant houses (vaco) to squat in. My mom had the clever idea of packing everything up and "acting" like we were moving out. After that, we just squatted in our own house. Surprisingly, that worked and it took the bank a long ass time to officially remove is from the premises. We eventually found a way cheaper house in a way cheaper neighborhood. We were technically homeless, if only for a short period of time.
Lately, I've been thinking about becoming homeless (temporarily) once again. I take my financial growth very seriously and the main resource I need to acquire the kind of wealth I want is retaining more of my cash. I've already cut my spending to just the basics, got a promotion at work and moved some money around to take out half of my debt all at once. Even with all of that, I could still use more cash flow. The only unnecessary expense I have yet to cut is my rent.
As a truck driver, I'm rarely home. After doing the math, I calculated that I only spend between 4-5 days at home in the average month. My rent is about $800/mo and is about to rise, because I haven't renewed my lease. All of my monthly expenses add up to about $2000/mo. After all my expenses are paid, I have very little disposable income left. That's means I've been spending almost 40% of my income on something I only utilize 16% of the year. That math was all I needed to make my decision.
As soon as I can end my current lease, I'm getting rid of my apartment and putting all my things in storage. I've been playing around with the idea of being "voluntarily homeless" for awhile, but I kept making excuses not to pull the trigger. The main cons with being "voluntarily homeless" is that I'd have to reroute my mail and I'd no longer have a bachelor pad to go back to when I wasn't on the road. After weighing the pros and cons, the only thing I had to do was get over the fear of being uncomfortable. Even though I had technically been homeless before, I still had a place to call "home."
At this point in my life, I don't have the luxury of time on my side. Whenever an opportunity presents itself, I have to jump on it immediately. This is my chance to completely get out of debt and start investing my money. Since this is voluntary, I'll always have the option to change my mind, so my risks are minimum. I'll make a follow-up post and keep all you guys updated.
Should men be allowed to hit women? This has been a question I've seen/heard a lot growing up and even still today on social media. It's obviously phrased in a way that immediately implies that a man physically harming a woman is taboo. However, if you rephrase the question, you get a less biased inquiry. The question should be, "Should you be allowed to hit someone in self-defense?"
Why do I structure the question this way? It alleviates the need for a complicated answer. The proper answer is either a "Yes" or a "No." There will always be those difficult people who say "Well, it depends on...." Fuck those people. Most people would answer, "Yes" and I would just beat the shit out of anyone who answered "No" all the while reminding them of their answer.
Now that we have set a moral foundation, we can go into specific scenarios. As to not stray too far away from the gender issue from the original question; let's start there. Should a man be allowed to hit a woman in self-defense? I say fuck yeah if it's in self-defense. No one would argue that a woman shouldn't be able to fight back if attacked by a man, so I see no reason why it would be any different if the roles were reversed.
The main arguments I hear are:
1. Men are stronger than women.
So. If anything, that should deter women from initiating altercations with men. Additionally, not every man is stronger than every woman. Also, the attacker normally has ample time to size up their victim before approaching them. If a woman plans on losing a 1-on-1 fight, she is likely to bring a weapon.
2. A woman's attacks won't hurt a man.
Bullshit. I've seen children beat up adults. If that's possible, why would it seem farfetched for a grown ass woman to hurt a grown ass man. Every human has vulnerable spots. It doesn't matter who hits those spots; it's going to hurt regardless.
3. Real men don't hit women.
I'm not even sure how this is a valid argument. I won't get into the definition of a "real man," because I spoke about it in another post. This statement implies that men who don't consider themselves "real men" by female standards are allowed to hit women just as another woman would. So if I renounce my manhood and identify as a woman, I'm allowed to fight women without persecution? That kind of opens the door for men to say a "real woman" would never attack a man. Therefore, if I defend myself against a female attacker, it's OK to beat her as if she was a man, because she isn't a "real woman."
4. Men can just walk away.
Really? To the women that read my blog, are you seriously telling me that if you attacked a man he could casually walk away from the situation unscathed? This sounds like some dumb ass advice a clueless mom gives to her kid who is getting bullied at school. You CAN NOT walk away from someone who is determined to fight you.
5. You wouldn't want a man to put his hands on your mother, sister, daughter, girlfriend etc.
First off, you shouldn't want anyone you know to get into a fight. Second, if I witness any of the females in my life START a fight with a man and end up losing, then they just have to take that ass whoopin. I might step in if it looks like they'll die. Otherwise, I'll respect the art of 1-on-1 fighting. You shouldn't start a fight with a man expecting another man to bail you out if you end up losing. You take that much deserved ass whooping like the grown independent woman you are.
In conclusion, I only advocate violence if it is in self-defense, specifically in the prevention of one's own bodily harm whether it be against a man or a woman. I also advocate violence as an immediate form of retaliation to a prior violent act. The law of the land will forever be "An eye for an eye." You hit me; I hit you back. Playground rules, bitch.
I see too many people doing dirt in the dumbest of ways. What I mean by this is I notice people doing things they know they shouldn't be doing, but they go about it in an illogical way. There are precautions that must be taken while doing wrong. There are also a few rules that should be followed.
1. Don't be obvious.
If you are doing something wrong and are attempting to not get caught, then it's needless to say don't make your intentions known. For example, if you plan on stealing something in a store, then don't hover around it while staring at the cashier. You look suspicious as fuck.
Most thieves spot what they want to steal then avoid going near it until they are sure no one is watching them. Store owners are aware of this, which is why they are suspicious of people (mainly teenagers and minorities) that walk around the store too long with buying anything.
The best way to steal from a store is the direct approach. Just walk in, grab it and walk out. Usually, this works best after scouting. You visit the store once or twice to learn the layout, see if there are any cameras and take note of busy hours. Then you come back, grab and go.
2. Make sure it's worth the risk.
This is pretty self explanatory. Sometimes you have to take the good with the bad. You win some and you lose some. You've heard it all. Just make sure your wins outweigh your losses. I'm not talking success rate. I'm saying you have to know whether or not the punishment of getting caught is worth whatever it is you are doing. Do the pros of your actions outweigh the cons? Do you stand to gain more than you stand to lose?
For example, when I was in college, niggas used to steal each other's game systems and laptops . (Xbox, Playstation) If you were caught doing this, the worst case scenarios are getting kicked out of school or fighting the nigga whose shit you stole.
A high end gaming console/laptop is worth $500- $1000 on average. You could easily sell these things and make a couple hundred dollars. If you spend a lot of time robbing niggas, then you probably don't care too much about getting a degree. Plus getting kicked out of one college won't stop you from attending another one. Also, my school was small enough to know whose shit you were stealing, so you knew ahead of time whether or not you could beat that person in a fight. The risks are fairly low compared to the reward.
Let's change the scenario a little bit. Let's say you want to steal the same product, but new. So you decide to steal a system/laptop from a Best Buy. Now the risks are a lot higher. If you get caught here, they are more than likely pressing charges. And stealing that type of product is going to get you a grand larceny offense. You're doing a couple years in jail, paying a few grand in fines or both. This time, the deed isn't worth the risk at all.
3. Timing is everything.
You can commit any crime or wrong doing and get away with it as long as it's done at the right time. In life, timing makes a huge difference in every decision you make.
Perfect example. My favorite word is "bitch." I can call my homeboys bitches all day cause we have that kind of relationship, but I can't do the same to my female friends (or any female) without getting cursed out or beat the fuck up. However, there was a small period of time when I could call anyone a bitch.
If you are older than 10 then I'm sure you remember the Chappelle Show. One of their most iconic episodes was the Rick James episode. The premise was Charlie Murphy sharing stories of how he used to hang out with Rick James, who was played by Dave Chappelle in a flashback sketch. The most memorable line from that episode was "I'm Rick James, bitch." For the next month, I could call anyone a bitch as long as I claimed my name was Rick James, first.
4. Have a backup plan if caught.
Obviously, the goal is to get away with something wrong without being caught, but there is always a chance that things don't go as smoothly as you planned. This is when you need to have a backup plan.
A backup plan can be something as simple as a lie you can tell to help you escape punishment. The funny thing is most people can tell you are lying, but if it's a good enough lie they'll be too afraid to call you on your bullshit. The one thing people hate more than liars is that awkward embarrassment they feel when they've accused someone of lying then later find out that person telling the truth.
For example, a buddy and I were out so late the sun started rising. We were broke and starving so we decided to drive to the closest hotel and help ourselves to a free continental breakfast. We got inside and could smell the food, but couldn't see it. We made the mistake of going to a nice hotel, so us being the only two niggas there kind of made us stand out.
One of the managers approached us and asked what we were doing there. For some reason my mind went completely blank. My homeboy told him we were interested in working there and we needed applications. (Damn, that was a perfect lie.) We actually did need jobs at this time and we definitely looked unemployed. He gave us 2 applications and we left.
5. Don't get cocky/sloppy.
After a little practice/luck you'll become quite successful at pulling off these stunts, but don't become too arrogant. The day you get cocky is the day you get caught. And it's not going to be because of karma. It'll be because you made a rookie mistake. When you become full of yourself you'll start to make mistakes you normally wouldn't make. You overlook certain things.
Cheating, for example. Not to sound arrogant, but I've successfully cheated on too many girls to count. However when you do it as much as I have, you are bound to get caught eventually. I remember one instance especially, because it could have been easily avoided. It was clearly a rookie mistake. A few of them, actually.
As usual, I had a chick hanging out at my crib. We just finished fucking and I had to go to the bathroom. First rookie mistake, was leaving my phone in the room. Second rookie mistake, was not having a lock on my phone. Third rookie mistake, was not clearing all call logs and text messages before she came over. At the time I had roommates, so when I left the bathroom I chatted with them for a few minutes. That was my fourth rookie mistake; not coming back in the room quick enough.
Of course, she couldn't help but go through my phone. Especially after I made it so easy for her. It had been a while since I was last caught up, so I was feeling invincible. Then it all came crashing down because I got careless. Remember, always keep your guard up no matter how good you are.
6. Be confident/oblivious.
This may sound contradictory to the last rule, but let me clarify what I'm saying. I'm saying you should commit to your actions. Whatever you are doing should come off as natural. So natural that it seems like you are completely oblivious to any wrong being done.
For example, years ago I was in a McDonald's. It was really busy and the cashiers were just taking people's names and writing it on their orders. When your order was ready, they would yell your name and set your food on the counter. I was waiting in the back of the line to order when I noticed a guy make an order then immediately go to the restroom. They called his name, I walked to the counter, grabbed his bag, said thank you and walked right out. No hesitation at all.
7. Don't snitch on yourself.
This should go without saying, but people talk too fucking much. If you do something and get away with it, shut up and be grateful. Don't go around bragging to your friends. You especially, don't brag to strangers. You never know who knows who. The only time telling on yourself is ok, is if there is no possible way it could come back to bite you in the ass.
For example, as a rapper, I sometimes rap about my life. But you'll never hear me rap about some shit that I did that could possibly be used against me in court. The only time I might even consider doing something like that is if I'm past the statute of limitations or I'm on my death bed.
A wise man once said, "Getting married is like installing extra seatbelts in your car because you think that will add protection. But what if your car flips over and is about to explode? You have 10 seconds to get out. You just made it WAY harder on yourself to survive. Sure, you might have survived the initial crash, but no amount of seat belt is going to protect you from an explosion." That wise man was me.
Many people argue that this type of pessimism towards any relationship is unhealthy. I get responses like, "You shouldn't go into a relationship expecting it to fail. Etc etc. Blah blah blah." I get it. I understand where this way of thinking comes from. I'm sure that there are a bunch of studies showing how positive thinking can create an environment that breeds success. To some extent, I can agree with this ideology. In fact, optimism has helped me come a step closer to a few of my goals.
However, life is always in need of a healthy dose of pessimism. It helps keep you grounded in the real world that us adults are forced to live in every day. It also makes you acknowledge the facts. And the fact is, 90% of relationships fail. You want to know why? It's because it's damn near impossible to find that special someone on the first, second, third or even tenth try. Some might say it's even harder to keep that special someone around after you find them. But that's a topic for another blog.
The purpose of this post isn't to bash relationships; it's to bash marriage. Why? Because it serves no real purpose. As a matter of fact, it'll probably be the thing that ruins your relationship and that's IF you even make it to the engagement phase. But let's discuss that phase for a moment.
In my opinion, if you want a traditional monogamous relationship, your goal should be engagement and that's all. Sure, the normal way to get engaged is to propose a marriage, but let's look past that. What the engagement really signifies is both people are pledging themselves to one another. You are both agreeing that the courting/dating phase is over and you love each other enough to exclude the rest of the world from your relationship. There is also usually a ring involved to let outsiders know you are in a committed relationship.
Now, with that being said, what else do you really need out of that type of relationship? You have verbal commitment, a ring that symbolizes and makes others aware of said commitment, and the understanding that you are both on the same page. It's perfect. Like I said in a previous post, you can't improve perfection. Or some shit like that. So why would you fuck this perfection up by tacking on a marriage that isn't needed?
Everyone thinks they know the benefits of a marriage, so I'll tell you what it really does. If an engagement is the moment the relationship shuts out the rest of the world and both parties truly become the perfect pair, then a marriage is the event that opens the relationship back up to let other people in. Not to mention, you can't imagine the type of debt you'll be in after having a traditional wedding. (If you haven't paid off your student loans yet, hold on to that wedding money) Now, after opening your relationship to all the 1st person jumping in bed with you and yours is going to be the government.
When I say the government, I mean all the laws and restrictions that come with marriage. The law literally dictates how and when a married couple separates. Breakups are already stressful. Do you really want to have to hire a lawyer to leave someone? I get that you should be in the mind state of "forever," but be realistic. You are more likely to break up than you are to stay together.
Besides the government, you'll be inviting other people into your relationship during marriage. I get it. When you find that special someone, you want to let the world know that you're finally off the market for good. That makes sense, but don't your family and friends already know about your significant other? Especially if you guys are at this point in your relationship. There is really no need to invite everyone you know to a wedding they probably don't even want to attend. And if you need complete strangers to know you are in a relationship for some reason, that's what the ring is for. Or you can just tell them.
The other arguments I hear for pro marriage are religious reasons and the feeling of being the center of a huge wedding ceremony. First, if God is real, I doubt he cares that much about your marriage. From what I understand, he sees you as a pile of dust. As long as you love him more than the pile of dust you are in a relationship with, then he's satisfied. Second, if it has been your goal in life to have a wedding, for whatever girly reason, then be my guest. I'm not going to tell someone to give up on their goals. Just know that a wedding is one of the most selfish things you can ask for.
If you are being honest with yourself, you can admit that a wedding is nothing more than a sweet 16 party for adults. Personally, I hate big events, even if I'm the center of attention. A wedding makes you look like a spoiled brat. It's basically you telling people, "Hey, drop everything in your life, rent an expensive prom outfit and come spend your entire day congratulating me on finding a person who wants to fuck me for the next few years." But hey, if a wedding is on your bucket list, who am I to deny you the pleasure? Just make sure it's a wedding you can actually afford.
So, I googled the average cost of a wedding and it's just over $25k. But it also says most people spend less than $10k. That means that people are spending anywhere from $10k to $40k for a ceremony that last a few hours. This is the equivalent of finding everyone you are close/semi close to and giving them $100 to come judge your relationship. It's completely free to change your Facebook status from "in a relationship" to "married." With that kind of money, ya'll could put a down payment on a house that'll last way longer than your marriage will. Just something to think about.
The other day, I was watching a video on YouTube. It was two brothers responding to an email from one of their viewers. The email was from a woman asking if men preferred a pretty face or a nice body. The two brothers both agreed that when it comes to appearance, body outweighs face. This has been one of the many topics discussed amongst the crew and I. I completely agree with the brothers.
I'm sorry to say this, ladies, but slapping on a pound of makeup does not make your waistline invisible. Now, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that the woman that sent this email is fat. The main reason I make this assumption is because she asked such an insecure question. Women with nice bodies seem to forget they have ugly faces, therefore they generally have higher self-esteem then your typical butterface/cow. On top of that, no matter how beautiful a woman's face is, she will definitely feel insecure about her body if it's not up to par.
Now, let's break down why body is worth more than face in appearance currency. The most obvious reason is that your body makes up most of your appearance. Think about it. Compared to your face, your body is literally 90% of who you are physically. Since your body takes up more space than your face and can also be seen from farther away, it is normally the 1st thing people notice when they see you. Lastly, your body holds more weight than your face does. Not weight in pounds, but on an attractiveness scale.
Everyone knows about the attractiveness scale. Personally, I wish it was nationally standardized so rating people would be so much easier. But for those who rode the shortest of all buses, I'll briefly explain the scale. Everyone can be ranked, based on their appearance, on a scale of 1-10. Scoring a 1 means you were supposed to be aborted and scoring a 10 means you are out of everyone's league. With that being said, I can now explain how bodies are weighted more than faces.
Let's just say you have the most beautiful face anyone has ever seen, but you are 5'4 and weigh 400lbs. You get a 10 for the face and a 1 for your body. If face and body were weighted the same then overall you would score about 5. However in reality, that kind of breakdown would score you in the 2-3 range. Let's flip the stats and give you a 10 for body and 1 for face. Again, if face and body were weighted the same then overall you'd be about a 5, but surprisingly most guys would give you at least a 7 if not 8.
Some women probably want to know why men value body over face. It's simply because having a nice body is more impressive than having a pretty face. This goes for males and females. When I see someone that is clearly in good shape I assume they either have good genes or they workout. On the other hand, when I see a pretty face I don't really form any opinions about it. I don't care how good of a makeup artist you are, that's just not impressive to a guy.
Additionally, as a former bodybuilder, I respect a nice body because I know how much hard work it takes to achieve/maintain. Especially if you are genetically predisposed to looking like a potato. (like myself) You can't earn my respect with a pretty face, because true beauty is genetic. You didn't DO anything to get that face. (And I'm talking about women who look beautiful without makeup.) A truly beautiful face isn't just skin deep. It's based on your bone structure, how far apart your eyes are, how big your nose and forehead are, the symmetry of your face and ears, your teeth to gum ratio, the slope of your chin, the placement of your eyebrows and hairline, etc. You can't drastically change your face unless you get surgery.
Too many women are confused by how men think when they should actually put more focus on bettering themselves. If you truly want to make yourself attractive to the greater population, then stare in the mirror until you like what you see. Eventually you'll pick out all your flaws one by one and gradually fix all of them. Like most females, you'll never see yourself as a perfect 10, but who cares. Most guys aren't confident enough to exclusively approach 10s any way. All in all, if you want to become more attractive, put the makeup down and go to the gym.
I immediately lose respect for any man that cries around me. Period. I don’t care if your entire family was massacred right in front of you. I don’t care if you lost every dime of your money in the stock market. I don’t care if you walk in on your home boys running a train on your wife. I don’t care if your dick just got chopped off. I better not see one single tear. Because, at that point, not only are you a man with no dick, but you are also crying about it. You a bitch now.
What’s really sad, is how men try to compensate for their sadness by being overly aggressive. Niggas think they get a pass for successfully covering up their sadness with ridiculous amounts of anger. I’m sorry to say this, but we see right through you niggas. Give it up. While I do admit, I would rather see a nigga flipping tables, throwing chairs and punching holes in the wall than a nigga with tears running down his face. I would feel extremely uncomfortable to sit in a room with either. At the end of the day, both of ya’ll are bitch made in my eyes.
Personally, I hold these same standards to women as well. A lot of women think men look down on them, to a certain extent, because of the natural gap in physical strength. That may be partially true in some cases, but the main reason men feel superior to women is because women are known to be emotional. They are especially known to cry. Emotions create the allure of weakness. Weakness is hard for me to respect.
This isn’t even strictly a standard I place on adult males/females. The application of this “no crying” standard begins at age 10. If you are 10 years or older, there is no need for you to cry about anything. Ever. Kids are probably the most emotional beings on earth, which is probably why I hate them so much. I can see how that may seem like a harsh standard to place on a kid, but that’s around the time I had my last cry. And I can honestly say that learning to control my emotions from such a young age has greatly benefited my life.
Compared to the average person, I handle psychological trauma extremely well. A lot of people see my “lack” of emotions as unnatural, weird, crazy, robotic etc. I think that this level of control gives me an advantage. I don’t purposely break things that I later regret breaking. I don’t say things that I later regret saying. I don’t make situations worse out of pure frustration.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’m completely emotionless. I feel all the same things you feel. The only difference is, you can’t gauge how I feel by the way I act. You’ll only know how I feel if I tell you. None of my actions are determined by my emotions. Every move I make is calculated and well thought out. The only emotion I can honestly say I struggle with on a daily basis is fear; the fear of becoming weak like you niggas. But even with that, you would have never known if I didn’t tell you.
In the past, I’ve had a handful of people accuse me of being weird because I don’t like kids. What kind of shit is that? In a society that persecutes pedophiles for liking kids WAY too much, how does it also make sense to chastise someone for wanting to have nothing to do with them at all?
There is a spectrum when it comes to children. On one end are the pedophiles, who love kids so much they want to fuck the shit out of them. On the other end, you have that fat lady from Matilda, who hates kids so much she wants to kill them. Based on this spectrum, I’m somewhere in the middle. And all you people who claim to love kids, you are only a few steps away from being a pedophile, according to this spectrum that is.
I know the title of this is “I Hate Kids,” but let me clarify. What I mean is, I hate being in the presence of children. There just isn’t anything beneficial about having a kid around. They are needy and annoying. Plus most of them are just mini versions of people I don’t fuck with. I don’t hate kids to the point where I want to cause them any harm. Their existence doesn’t necessarily bother me. I would just prefer that they are nowhere near me.
A lot of ya’ll are just putting on a front. You don’t like kids either. You just cant express how you really feel because you accidentally had one. And being a parent that hates kids is kind of a bad look in the eyes of society. Some of ya’ll take it too far, though. As if having a child made your life so much more fulfilling. Get that bullshit out of here. You know damn well your life got 10 times harder the day you found out you were having a kid.
That’s why its so hard for me to listen to parents tell me how they love their kid so much they couldn’t possibly live without them. Really?….Really? Your kid is going to be 99% of the reason why you die broke. I studied some economics and found out that the main reason the poor get poorer is because they have kids knowing damn well they can barely support themselves.
For all you parents who feel like your kids filled an empty void in your lives; you guys are pieces of shit. You don’t fill a void in your life with the life of another person, especially a person that you created. A kid is a reward to those who have become successful in life. This means if you ain’t shit, then spend all your disposable income on rubbers until you are fully capable of raising 10 kids at the same damn time.
One question I get from niggas is “Don’t you wanna pass on your legacy?” On one hand, I do, but my I’m a rapper. My legacy will live on through my music. Tupac didn’t need a kid to leave behind a legacy. He became great and made sure everyone knew how great he was before he died. On the other hand, I could give a fuck what happens after I die. It’s not like I’ll be able to enjoy people praising me when I no longer exist. Besides, in this day and age, the only real legacy people leave is what they post on social media. The average person isn’t important enough to have a real legacy to leave behind any way.
Consequence - the direct result of an action; usually negative.
Growing up, it never dawned on me that it’s quite honorable, even brave, to willingly accept the consequences of a wrong doing. On the other hand, I’ve never accused anyone running away from a consequence of being a coward. It’s a strange topic. At one point or another, we’ve all had to face the consequences of something we did wrong. But if given the opportunity, most of us would’ve completely avoided them all together.
Accepting the consequences of my actions was never a big deal to me. My parents raised me on the cause and effect system. If I did anything that caused them to get mad; the effect was me getting my ass whooped. It was easy to recognize when I deserved to be punished. What made it so easy was my ability to tell right from wrong. Everything was black and white to me; no middle gray area.
When you know you are doing something wrong, it’s easy to come to terms with the consequences. This is especially true when you know what the consequences are before hand. That’s how I gauge my actions. If the benefits of me getting away with something outweigh the negative aspects of me getting caught, then I just do it. Probability plays a huge role as well. If the chances of me getting caught are low enough, then I’ll damn near do anything if it benefits me directly. But if I get caught I’m not going to bitch about it.
For example, if I murder someone, I’m not going to be mad at the cops that catch me, the judge that sentences me or the prison that holds me. I’ll be pissed at myself for either committing the crime in the first place or not doing a better job of getting away with it. Don’t get me wrong, even after being proven guilty, I’ll deny that shit for as long as I can. I’m not going down without a fight.
The one thing I can’t tolerate is suffering the punishment for someone else’s actions. There is no way in hell I should have to pay for the wrong doings of someone else. I’m all about fairness and that shit just ain’t fair at all. And I know, “Life ain’t fair.” But fuck that. Why would I pay the price for an action that will only benefit someone else?
It all boils down to taking responsibility for your actions. Most bad things that happen to you are usually your fault. You were somewhere you shouldn’t be. You were with someone you shouldn’t have been with. You were doing something you shouldn’t have been doing. You were neglecting to do something that you should’ve been doing. I can’t feel sorry for you if you caused your own suffering. That’s why I never support the “Free (any rapper locked up)” campaign. If you are willing to do the crime, then do your time.
So I get a call today from some woman named, Pam. Turns out she was my pops’ wife. She tells me he died this morning at 3:09am, which I thought was oddly specific.
I was currently traveling and watching Netflix, so I couldn’t really think of a good response. Ironically, I had just finished the episode of Breaking Bad when Walter told his family he had cancer and was probably going to die soon. (spoiler) I just kind of murmured some jibberish then went silent. She said “Hello, did you hear me?” I really just wanted to say “Ok,” but instead respond with “Yeah, thanks for letting me know."
She lets me know that I am one of his beneficiaries, so there is some paperwork I need to fill out. She says she can mail them to me if I send her my address. She then asks if I have my sister’s number so she can tell her the news. I of course do not. Now that I think of it, I’ve never had her number. I never needed it.
Surprisingly, after I get off the phone with Pam, my sister texts me and asks if Pam told me everything. I respond with "Yeah.” She then asks me if I’m doing ok. It’s a weird as question coming from a younger sister, especially mine. I respond with another “Yeah.” She goes on to say that moms wants to talk to me and she asks if I want her to have my number. I don’t respond.
If you guys have been keeping up with my blog posts, then you know I haven’t spoken to my moms or sister in over 10 years. Same goes for the rest of the fam besides my pops and cousin Ray, who text me on occasion. Coincidentally, Ray text me right after my sister did. Followed by an aunt Val that I probably haven’t seen since I was in diapers.
They just wanted to give their support and condolences, which I understand. I also understand their lack of familiarity with someone of my nature. I am not weak like you humans. Trivial things, such as death, don’t bother me in the least. I’m not sad. I’m not depressed. I’m not one of you. Don’t patronize me as such. I’m good.
Even though I had a full ride through college, I still had to pay out-of-state fees. The fees were covered by student loans my pops took out in my name. I didn’t mind this, because he was paying them off. Since that is no longer the case, I’m a little annoyed that I’ll have to add these expenses on my plate.
I contemplated on whether or not I should post this, because I do not want a bunch of people I haven’t talked to in years to suddenly throw me a pity party filled with fake empathy. If you are reading this, please don’t bring this topic up around me. (you’re going to do it any way) All that does is put me in an awkward situation where I have to think of a good response to “Sorry for your loss.” The best thing you can do is to either act like this nigga ain’t dead or don’t bother me. Life moves on.