people i swore up and down would be in my life forever showed they were “fair-weather friends“.
the folks i looked out for, checked in to see if they were good, showed up to their events, hooked up with shit,
and didn’t snitch on them when i was getting let go.
What friendship? What loyalty?
i find cancer-born folksdeal with this the most.
i don’t fight or argue unless it’s brought to me.
i’ve been fortunate to watch all those who hurt me experience karma they couldn’t escape.
my mother use to sell mary kay and she was really good at it.
she had a lot of productsleft after she died.
i kid you not,
the day after she died,
her “team leader” and her supposed “friend” came in my crib and took all her products to sell.
i don’t even think my mother was embalmed yet.
“Your mother would want this!” they said as they excitedly hauled all her shit in garbage bags.
folks move really funny out here and you learn it once you’re down or sick.
people around you learn just how people are when you die. you know the family members who hoot and hollerat funerals but ain’t never called when they were alive. swizz beatz learned just how fake some of the people were around dmx after he died.
this is what he said at his memorial service at barclays in brooklyn via “yahoo“…
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? hmm. good question. 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…
Carmelo and LaLa Anthony celebrated his birthday at Greenhouse in NY last night.
But judging from these pictures,
he looked like he would rather be home with Swizz Beatsm
eating a sandwich,
and catching up on reruns of “Desperate Housewives“.
(you see what I did there?)
I mean, a Fox could be wrong, but you be the judge…