We spend our lives justifying our existence. Troubling mothah fuckahs with our bullshit, our dreaded insecurities, because tah not deal with our own shit, is to avoid a sad state of affairs. Shiiit! Don't nobody wannah work on their own shit! Hell naw! Let me fuck wit cho shit! If a mothah fuckah calls you a mothah fuckah, don't blame the mothah fuckah! That mothah fuckah callin yo sorry ass a mothah fuckah cause you've chosen the place where you are now, being appropriately called a mothah fuckah! Mothah fuckah!
Damn! If yo sorry ass just would start, just one goddamned time, thinkin bout where you want to be, instead of where you are...maybe you'll stop pointin fingers. Yo sorry ass, believe it or not, is the God of your universe. Start fuckin actin like it! Yah heard may?
Peace! More to come...
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