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reTIreMEnt: THE ALBUM (01/22) ALL DSPs
Damn yo.
I normally don't bring a whole lot of my personal issues here, and I just wanna say first and foremost that I'm not lookin for no consolation or R.I.P. posts, I'm just sharing a jewel for those who might need it.
I'm sure the majority of posters here knows what it's like to lose someone, whether due to old age, violence, suicide, or any other means, so I'm not tryna big up myself like I'm some nikka who dealin wit this & that and y'all ain't...
But a majority of the convo that goes on in here (especially in The Booth) is about whether or not someone is "Bout That Life". Now all I'ma say is if you are, be prepared for all the consequences that come along wit it. Yea I've done time, but I've gotten away wit shyt that eats my conscience to this day, that I'd possibly not see the light of day for, had I been caught.
If you've ever been locked up, you know that a bid can make you introspective to the beauty of freedom and life, and make you want to take full advantage of every opportunity you can when you come home. Sadly though, not everyone makes it home. And for most that do, not everyone is given these opportunities, so the choices we're given are slim. Usually resulting in failure of some sort.
My nikka I've known for years (we were close but not right hand close) did 7, and came home still wildin. We kicked it for a couple years then I went in and did my 4...fully expecting that him & a lot of other cats would be better off by the time I got home, cuz most of my street nikkas do dirt so they eventually DONT HAVE TO do dirt...I came home, and nothing's changed. Somewhat distanced myself from my mans, cuz I was on an uphill climb, and he was spiraling. Offered my help, insight, and encouragement to be smarter with the street shyt & try to leave it alone...
I ain't heard from him in like a month or two. To be honest, I've been so caught up in my own life that I just got back, that I ain't really been checkin for son neither. But I just got a text like an hour ago that laid it all out for me, and while I can't drop a tear, it's a valuable lesson in this. Cuz even tho I'm positively progressing, I've done dirt, and I know I'll STILL do dirt if the situation calls for it. But this shyt right here...
I think that's it for me, brehs. fukk that life. And fukk those of you who ain't never live a day of that shyt outside listening to rap records, committin petty ass crimes, snitching, and belittling the street nikkas who had less of a chance surviving in this world than you did.
And for the few of you who post here but still involve yourself in this street shyt, I salute y'all and say keep ya head above water. Smarten up wit whatever moves you makin, and as far as the game goes, you better be hustlin wit an escape plan, cuz if you doin that shyt just to shine, you already lost. The odds always been against us, but sometimes you need a reminder just how real shyt is.
Peace.
I normally don't bring a whole lot of my personal issues here, and I just wanna say first and foremost that I'm not lookin for no consolation or R.I.P. posts, I'm just sharing a jewel for those who might need it.
I'm sure the majority of posters here knows what it's like to lose someone, whether due to old age, violence, suicide, or any other means, so I'm not tryna big up myself like I'm some nikka who dealin wit this & that and y'all ain't...
But a majority of the convo that goes on in here (especially in The Booth) is about whether or not someone is "Bout That Life". Now all I'ma say is if you are, be prepared for all the consequences that come along wit it. Yea I've done time, but I've gotten away wit shyt that eats my conscience to this day, that I'd possibly not see the light of day for, had I been caught.
If you've ever been locked up, you know that a bid can make you introspective to the beauty of freedom and life, and make you want to take full advantage of every opportunity you can when you come home. Sadly though, not everyone makes it home. And for most that do, not everyone is given these opportunities, so the choices we're given are slim. Usually resulting in failure of some sort.
My nikka I've known for years (we were close but not right hand close) did 7, and came home still wildin. We kicked it for a couple years then I went in and did my 4...fully expecting that him & a lot of other cats would be better off by the time I got home, cuz most of my street nikkas do dirt so they eventually DONT HAVE TO do dirt...I came home, and nothing's changed. Somewhat distanced myself from my mans, cuz I was on an uphill climb, and he was spiraling. Offered my help, insight, and encouragement to be smarter with the street shyt & try to leave it alone...
I ain't heard from him in like a month or two. To be honest, I've been so caught up in my own life that I just got back, that I ain't really been checkin for son neither. But I just got a text like an hour ago that laid it all out for me, and while I can't drop a tear, it's a valuable lesson in this. Cuz even tho I'm positively progressing, I've done dirt, and I know I'll STILL do dirt if the situation calls for it. But this shyt right here...
I think that's it for me, brehs. fukk that life. And fukk those of you who ain't never live a day of that shyt outside listening to rap records, committin petty ass crimes, snitching, and belittling the street nikkas who had less of a chance surviving in this world than you did.
And for the few of you who post here but still involve yourself in this street shyt, I salute y'all and say keep ya head above water. Smarten up wit whatever moves you makin, and as far as the game goes, you better be hustlin wit an escape plan, cuz if you doin that shyt just to shine, you already lost. The odds always been against us, but sometimes you need a reminder just how real shyt is.
Peace.
