I was all set to write a blog
cussing out this dumb ass nigga I use to fuck with and my people…
but it ain’t worth it.
Sometimes less is definitely more.
As much as I try to find the words
to explain my thoughts …
… I can’t.

I am hurt.
Been hurt for a long time.
Realizing some things are not fair.
Realizing some things happen to the best of us.
But…

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“I picks my friends
like I picks my fruit…”
Erykah Badu – “AppleTree”, Baduizum

I have some food for thought.

“Why you gotta be such a fake ass off/on bottom?”
Really tho?

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