imagine being in a car.
it’s yours and you are driving.
it’s a beautiful day.
sun is out.
wind blowing in your face.
you are driving to your next destination.
the next pit stop.
it’s been a long journey,
but you have enough gas to last a while.
you follow the rules of the road.
as soon as you pull off to get to the next street,
a pick up truck slams the fuck into you.
you = car.
the pick up truck = life.
he don’t listen.
you woulda thought he learned from last time.
x see last time
but i guess the bussy and mouth is just too good to quit.
he did upgrade to full on male this time…
i always wondered if i’m capable of going crazy?
like if my wolf decided to act up,
would i scratch up his car or order 20 pizzas to his house?
out him to the world for reality show pipe dreams?
i’m good at cutting someone out my life when they fuck up.
i can pretty much erase your number and never look back,
but would i ever go straight up psycho?
they say good dick makes you do crazy things.
kinda like this vixen who repeatedly ran her truck in her wolf’s car.
how about it was right outside a keys and swizz beatz crib.
well my friends at cliff view pilot had this to send me…
every time i turn around,
the news is reporting about all the violent crime there.
are there no police?
are the jails full?
people just not giving a fuck?
what is going on.
nba baller wolf,
offered to pay for the funeral for her:
this is heartbreaking…
i wonder if it was in that car?…
studs in detroit beat up these fems because they hit their car.
the following made me want to hire security…
i am be the greatest fox alive.
i live a comfortable life.
i am wealthy.
i know ballers wolves.
i have great friends.
i have amazing readers.
i have a lot of connections.
i will continue to be a success with ideas.
all of those things are absolutely true.
some just haven’t happened yet,
but some have already started happening.
they will because i have aligned my self talk with my desires.
in life, you could either be beaten down and accept the bullshit life hands to you.
start getting yourself ready for battle.
you need to be brave in this world.
life is not for weaklings and softies.
only the strong survive.
being black and liking men already puts you behind everyone else…
or does it?
we are lucky in many ways.
no annoying child support and we tend to be blessed with SUPER HUMAN LIKE talent.
we choose which direction we want to go.
we choose how people will react to us.
we also choose whether we want respect or bad treatment.
i demand respect.
you should too.
that is the first step in aligning yourself towards where you want to be.
no one should tell you who you are.
you should ALWAYS tell them.
below are some rules i follow to be great…