brag so hard with ^that piece of paper.
so last night i did something stupid.
it actually lead to me having a really good conversation.
one that i’m still thinking about.
last week was “gone girl”.
this week is “late night conversations”.
i wanted to share with the foxhole…
so i ate kennedy’s fried chicken last night.
for those who don’t know,
that is new yawk’s knock off of kfc.
back in the day,
a bucket and hot sauce would do a fox right.
“4 wings and some french fries
hot sauce and ketchup nigga…” – chi-raq, nicki minaj
my hood spot people know what i’m talking about.
now that i started cooking my own food,
i barely eat out anymore.
i didn’t feel like cooking last night and i was hungry.
after i got my cut,
i went to the kennedys around the corner from my crib.
i devoured that shit and drank some green tea right after.
spent the rest of the night with a stomach ache HEAVY.
sidebar: i also bought fresh mint leaves last night as well.
i put them in the green tea.
i recommend you all check it out.
anyway i called my homegirl because i needed comfort.
i just wanted to get my mind off what was happening inside me.
we got into this heavy conversation about life and money.
she said this:
you realize everyone out here is one something away from debt?”
i literally had to mute itunes.
everyone on social media has nice things.
you and i know this.
where they money is coming from is anyone’s guess.
it only takes one “pulled muscle”,
“crazy baby mama”,
or “burned bridge” to fuck your whole world up.
after being unemployed for more than 2 years,
i had to pay off a lot of debt i accumulated.
listen i’ll be all the way honest,
but i only saved like 350 so far.
i try and make sure to save every week after i pay off these bills.
i guess i forget that trouble doesn’t set up like rain.
when good things are happening,
we don’t always see the massive clouds setting up in the background.
there is no warning when shit is about to go down.
“he/she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
how sad.” – they said.
…with the country making enemies left and right,
people don’t have health insurance,
and ebola taking people out,
are we really safe out here?
it made me think…
why don’t we pay attention to our financial security nowadays?
listen i love being fox swagg down,
doing nice things and being a boss,
but i am also aware i have a ton of strikes against me.
no one to rescue me.
no rich friends at the moment to take me in.
all this drama going on at my job.
these spiteful hoes could pull the okey doke on me anytime.
i only have 350 to help me survive.
like what would i do?
what would you do?
your parents aren’t going to live forever.
you can’t always go “crash at their crib” when things don’t work out.
depending on someone to “take you in” is not guaranteed.
niggas out here buying gold teeth,
maison margiela sneakers,
and bottles of belaire rosé in the club…
but ain’t got a pot to piss in.
i’m impressed if you can get all that AND have your own crib.
living with your parents and flossin’ ain’t really swag no matter how you slice it.
so i had to wonder in this “gold digga” era the foxhole is in…