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Disclaimer: Please do not neg me for posting this. Dr.X and I are good friends. He asked me to post this for him.
Title: Message From DrX 2/26/17 "Writing love letters to the black man"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=19&v=jHSuK2aiN80
“I want to start this message off by saying Hello To thecoli.com. Hopefully all is well with the with you and your family. This is DrX, The real DrX, The unadulterated 100% uncut DrX .
Some of you might know me for my so called “rants” I suppose. Also my tales of pain and heartbreak. For new members that don’t know me: I'm a poster that was a regular and that banned myself because of the negativity that I was spewing on the site. Said alot of hateful things. But I was and still am filled with hate and rage to a degree.
My mental health was suffering and I was on the verge of a real mental breakdown from things happening in my personal life. I used thecoli as a place to vent the pain.
I’ve been doing well since leaving the site actually. I've got closer to the most high. I have better control over my emotions and I’m more at peace. I'm currently working 2 jobs while making progress with my art. I have new clients and also I've been selling more pieces. So it’s growing slowly but surely.I’m just taking life one day at a time.
I've been through many ups and downs as I approach the mature but still young age of 30 this October. Many loses and few gains. Many failures, a few setbacks and alot of pain walking the road less travelled in life. Esp as a black man in Buffalo Ny USA. Nothing like those dark times when u find yourself alone, confused and feeling defeated. You look to your left and nobody's there, then You look to your left and nobody's there. But you still pick yourself up and keep going anyway. Even with the odds not in your favor. But still something inside make you push anyway.
I've gotten closer to the lord since my departure from the coli. I know what my mission in life is and the sacrifices that I have to make in order to make it manifest into reality. The most high has given me spiritual powers to complete this mission. That’s why a guy like me is still standing. In reality I’m suppose to be dead, in jail or some smoked out nikka downtown begging yuppie white kids for change. But I’m stronger than ever. Still handsome, teeth still white, still fly, and my mind is sharper than a machete.
This letter is specifically writing for the Black man. Life is short and we'll be old and gray soon. Don't waste time and be afraid of pursuing your destiny. Great rewards come from great sacrifices and from taking the road less traveled. If you waste your youth now you'll wake up one day in your 30’s, 40’s and 50’s and it'll dawn on you that you wasted all your good years being a fukk up. Intelligence, patience and discipline at key attributes in your success. Your youth is vital. Don't waste it.
Don’t be like my lazy ass cousin. That nikka is 32 and been sitting on the couch so long we forgot he was there. We walk right past him because he blend in with pillows. He’s become a human accessory. I love my cousin but that nikka is finished. He’s going to die on that couch, and that’s the grim reality. You have to stay away from people like that. You can’t save them.
Some people will call you “crazy” which is a great thing, because The only thing that being “normal” get you is a $10 an hour job stocking cans at Walmart like a bytch or a job at JC Penny’s folding clothes for $9.15, while having some white lady with a high school degree telling you to fold better. The guy at 7/11 punching #s in the lotto machine is “normal”. fukk that. I’m not going out like that. You're a retard if you do. I don’t know about u but I'm on a MAJOR grind.
I have visions of being like James Bond. A fly ass apartment overlooking the city skyline with a topless chick wearing lace panties that's only interested in using me for my resources walking around as I gazed through my telescope like that movie “Rear Window” by Albert Hitchcock. Lights dim and me staring at the stars reminiscing on how far I came.
Black men have to fight now more than ever. This is it my friends. This is the “last call for alcohol” as they say in the club. This is our last chance to get right. Because If this time that were living in don’t motivate you nothing will. Its hustle or die like jeezy said. But the price isn’t who get the baddest bytch or the flyest car...it’s about who gets to live and who'll die, who'll make it to heaven and who will make it to hell. Unfortunately alot of us arent going to make it to the finish line. Many black folks claim to be real. I guess we'll find out who really is who they say they are. These are marvellous times indeed.
Were on the brink of nuclear war, civil war. Things are about to get rather interesting and to maintain you have to be spiritually protected. U have to walk the righteous road and the angels will guide you through the fire.
I’m going to end it there
Peace and love
DrX
Title: Message From DrX 2/26/17 "Writing love letters to the black man"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=19&v=jHSuK2aiN80
“I want to start this message off by saying Hello To thecoli.com. Hopefully all is well with the with you and your family. This is DrX, The real DrX, The unadulterated 100% uncut DrX .
Some of you might know me for my so called “rants” I suppose. Also my tales of pain and heartbreak. For new members that don’t know me: I'm a poster that was a regular and that banned myself because of the negativity that I was spewing on the site. Said alot of hateful things. But I was and still am filled with hate and rage to a degree.
My mental health was suffering and I was on the verge of a real mental breakdown from things happening in my personal life. I used thecoli as a place to vent the pain.
I’ve been doing well since leaving the site actually. I've got closer to the most high. I have better control over my emotions and I’m more at peace. I'm currently working 2 jobs while making progress with my art. I have new clients and also I've been selling more pieces. So it’s growing slowly but surely.I’m just taking life one day at a time.
I've been through many ups and downs as I approach the mature but still young age of 30 this October. Many loses and few gains. Many failures, a few setbacks and alot of pain walking the road less travelled in life. Esp as a black man in Buffalo Ny USA. Nothing like those dark times when u find yourself alone, confused and feeling defeated. You look to your left and nobody's there, then You look to your left and nobody's there. But you still pick yourself up and keep going anyway. Even with the odds not in your favor. But still something inside make you push anyway.
I've gotten closer to the lord since my departure from the coli. I know what my mission in life is and the sacrifices that I have to make in order to make it manifest into reality. The most high has given me spiritual powers to complete this mission. That’s why a guy like me is still standing. In reality I’m suppose to be dead, in jail or some smoked out nikka downtown begging yuppie white kids for change. But I’m stronger than ever. Still handsome, teeth still white, still fly, and my mind is sharper than a machete.
This letter is specifically writing for the Black man. Life is short and we'll be old and gray soon. Don't waste time and be afraid of pursuing your destiny. Great rewards come from great sacrifices and from taking the road less traveled. If you waste your youth now you'll wake up one day in your 30’s, 40’s and 50’s and it'll dawn on you that you wasted all your good years being a fukk up. Intelligence, patience and discipline at key attributes in your success. Your youth is vital. Don't waste it.
Don’t be like my lazy ass cousin. That nikka is 32 and been sitting on the couch so long we forgot he was there. We walk right past him because he blend in with pillows. He’s become a human accessory. I love my cousin but that nikka is finished. He’s going to die on that couch, and that’s the grim reality. You have to stay away from people like that. You can’t save them.
Some people will call you “crazy” which is a great thing, because The only thing that being “normal” get you is a $10 an hour job stocking cans at Walmart like a bytch or a job at JC Penny’s folding clothes for $9.15, while having some white lady with a high school degree telling you to fold better. The guy at 7/11 punching #s in the lotto machine is “normal”. fukk that. I’m not going out like that. You're a retard if you do. I don’t know about u but I'm on a MAJOR grind.
I have visions of being like James Bond. A fly ass apartment overlooking the city skyline with a topless chick wearing lace panties that's only interested in using me for my resources walking around as I gazed through my telescope like that movie “Rear Window” by Albert Hitchcock. Lights dim and me staring at the stars reminiscing on how far I came.
Black men have to fight now more than ever. This is it my friends. This is the “last call for alcohol” as they say in the club. This is our last chance to get right. Because If this time that were living in don’t motivate you nothing will. Its hustle or die like jeezy said. But the price isn’t who get the baddest bytch or the flyest car...it’s about who gets to live and who'll die, who'll make it to heaven and who will make it to hell. Unfortunately alot of us arent going to make it to the finish line. Many black folks claim to be real. I guess we'll find out who really is who they say they are. These are marvellous times indeed.
Were on the brink of nuclear war, civil war. Things are about to get rather interesting and to maintain you have to be spiritually protected. U have to walk the righteous road and the angels will guide you through the fire.
I’m going to end it there
Peace and love
DrX
