so i just got off a kinda long phone call with a straight wolf friend.
when i say,
“angry”?
he is mad because the clique he was in was nothing but backstabbers.
i coulda told him that from 21 jump street,
but i knew they wouldn’t listen.
so now everything came full circle and sides were chosen.
obviously my friend got dropped.
the beginning of the conversation was talking shit and planning on fighting.
um you are out numbered like 7 to 1.
whats that gonna do anyway?
make you feel like a big strong man?
make your dick grow a few inches more?
then he went into not trusting no one and shouting that “no new friends” crap.
this is what i said in a nutshell…

people have hurt me.
talked about me.
used me.
abused me.
disrespected me.
jumped me.
traded me in for something shiny.
ive been through it with people.
even at my job,
i have had a lot of adversity.
ya’ll know.
liar liar comes in the office,
tries to make convo,
asks me if i want food like i’m really gonna eat from this bitch,
and still manages to talk shit about me.
i won’t sit here and say in the moment,
i didn’t vent about what happened.
i talked shit and acted rah rah.
i am human and i was hurt.
it is okay to get your vent/cry on.

it sucks when people turn out to be not what you expected.
jesus didn’t expect judas to betray him either.
at the end of the day,
as much as it sucked,
you shouldn’t lock yourself away in a vault because of it.
dumb asses,
as i like to call them,
will try and make you a bitter person.
sometimes they are so good at putting the knife in deep,
you have no choice to remember the pain.
while they moved on,
you are left hating and not trusting everyone.
you may have good people around you now,
but you will always remember what the dumb ass did.

i told him be thankful they did what they did.
after all my situations,
i am very grateful.
it made me a much better fox.
i’m so much smarter.
i could sniff out red flags better.
i have an extra sense of my surroundings.
my foxy spirit literally acts as a beacon for bullshit.
people have told me i handle things with poise.
that comes with learning the lessons.
if i saw the same people tomorrow,
i would present them a shit cake with icing on it.

“wassup!
omg how are you?
it’s been a long time!
i hope all is well!
good seeing you.”

you gotta learn how to bake a shit cake.
doesn’t mean you are inviting a nigga pineapple back in ya life.
just means you can act as fake like them.
so let people hurt you.
let them make you a fool.
let them drag your name through the mud.
in the world of pr,
that means attention and sales.
there are two outcomes that will happen if you let them.
if you forgive but don’t forget,
it will make you a warrior.
the other is letting it make you a complete bitter bitch.
no one likes the bitter bernard/betty.
so like i told him:

it’s your choice.

hopefully he,
and you,
listen.

lowkey: this is why i love this song:

i often listening to it on repeat.
i feel nicki every bit of heavy.