What you wanna be when you grow up?

Fight Club art from pinterest

Painful.

A cool Nigga. Gangsta with my decisions.

Poison.

See prison to make sense of my mental environment. Have the crack dealer, killer charisma.

You see Damage. I see successful results.

Got the school of hard knocks- handle your bidness- chill nigga- family addicted to trauma- beating spouses and children until they feel and sense karma wisdom.

Don’t talk about it.

No crying out loud. Sensitive ass. Niggaz expressing feelings is the problem- making men soft and full of sass. Like a pimp’s perm pressing bitches till they turn. Living an unhealthy life leaves your children with a sick spirit when you die. That’s why we fight to escape a life we want to survive.

Narrative.

Be a grown ass man, hold that shit in, let your defecation out behind the walls in your home. Get low in your own shit, high and oblivious to your stench. Sell your disgust. It’s the drug dragging families away from morality.

Anecdote

Pay your family with time spent- holding, kissing, hugging, discipling, advising. Providing in person instead of through purchasing and apologizing. Invest. Stocks and insurance. Build a life they want more of- it pays itself forward.