one thing i loved about weapons,
and even the last of us 2,
is showing context or “the other side”.

i can honestly font i have met some dope rich folks in and outside The Foxhole.

randomly asked me if i wanted breakfast and sent me 100 dollars
put money in my paypal monthly
had me front row at bey’s concert
bought me an ipad, playstation 2, and paid my rent when i was short
took me to dinner and told me order whatever because money wasn’t an issue

…and so on and so forth.
i didn’t have to ask or beg for any of those blessings.
it would be an insult to God if i was ungrateful for those in my little Foxhole community.
these folks did “rich right” and i am ALWAYS appreciative.
they inspired me to do “rich right” as well.
on the other side of those amazing people,
i have had the unfortunate pleasure in meeting the mixxy social media “rich”.
one thing i’ve noticed about them…

listennnnnnn….

i’ve come to two conclusions about that assassination.
it has been sitting on my spirit for a while now.
i like to look deep into things when i’m connecting dots.
so check it,
one…

sometimes,
i ask myself:
what forest am i living in right now?
it’s seems like a combo platter of:

a) a dream
b) a whole other timeline
c) hell
d) God’s new vision for the unserious
e) all of the above

absolutely nothing makes sense anymore.
tbh,
i don’t nothing will ever be the same.
we are too far down this circus to come out the other side.
remember ^that vixen up there?
she is the one that put the gorilla glue in her hair?

her name is tessa and because we are in the forest of the unserious,
she is going to star in a movie about,
well…

These 3 are crashing out in real time.

i get it.
the father,
who happens to be the cash cow,
has been thrown in prison and everyone is talking about his bad behavior.
that fall from grace has pulled his children down on the descent to banishment.
i thought this was bad:

…maybe even borderline terrible,
but this…

Eric Adams might just be the most hated hyena in New Yawk right now.

once a cop with a rep for being tough on crime,
it looks like he traded in his badge to allegedly dabble in it instead.
ever since he slid into that mayoral seat,
promising to bring his swagger to the table,
the quality of life in new yawk took a nosedive.
the cost?

Let’s just font hell would be cheaper.

last night,
whispers echoed loudly through the concrete forest…

Have you ever found yourself missing the Obamas,
wondering if we were just…
better with them in charge?

last night,
as i watched them speak at the dnc,
it felt like a wave of nostalgia mixed with a cold dose of reality.
the obamas have this way of making you want to level up.
michelle,
especially.
i’m glad that she has shifted her past stance.
she went from “when they go low, we go high” to:

“You come for me and I’ll dropkick you straight to hell.”

i’m here for every bit of it.

after the speeches ended and the tv went dark,
a thought kept circling in my mind.
is it just me…