Thread by @Dicky_Moe, I tell people, I honestly don’t realize how well respected I am...and [...]

I tell people, I honestly don’t realize how well respected I am...and MFs look at me like I’m crazy

I ain’t braggin or anything. I really didn’t realize how people gravitate towards me. Or how easy it is for me to adapt in any situation.

I always crack jokes about wanting my son to get the best of both worlds (street knowledge & book sense), but what if I’m exactly what I’m describing.

Why hold back with my knowledge, when I can apply everything myself, and give my child AT LEAST a step up from where I started.

These close death experiences I’ve been having lately, has been on my mind A LOT. I’ve came to the realization of 3 things.

Number 1, I’m protected. Since birth. I died twice in an emergency C-section at birth. I’ve been in car accidents with people who needed stitches and shit. I walk away without a scratch.

A few weeks ago, I almost ran off the road into a ravine. I still don’t know how I swerved and miss the guard rail and all.

Last night, during the storm, two branches from the tree by my house penetrated the roof. When the guy came to fix it, he said “it’s a miracle it didn’t go thru your ceiling”

The branches would’ve landed/gored ME, while I was sleeping through it all.

I know I’m blessed. It’s why I do reckless shit so much. My favorite saying is “Life On The Edge”

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This is part of the reason why my black ahh be thinking I’m invincible

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Number 2. I’m here for a reason....Idk what that reason or purpose is, but I GOTTA figure out what it is. I KNOW I love art. I love being able to express myself without the use of words. BUT I love writing poetry.

Those experiences are reminders (to me), from the ancestors

“We’re protecting you, so you can complete your task. Don’t waste time.”

I only know to follow my heart...

Lastly...Number 3. STOP FUCKIN DOUBTING YOURSELF (me). Doubt has kept me away from more life experiences than any white man could. I firmly believe that. And I firmly believe in myself. In my abilities.

I’ve invested in myself with this art shit, and now I’m making more money than I was working in Nashville. I’ve created a constant money flow for myself, simply because I trusted myself. And trusted the grind.

My senior year of football, in college, we went 2-9. My ONLY losing season in my ENTIRE playing career. A former teammate of mine asked who was the leaders of that team, and I told him straight up....NOBODY

He said he had wished I had called him during the season, so he would’ve motivated me to be that leader

I immediately doubted that I had the tools or the respect amongst my peers...

My sophomore year ended shortly due to a broken leg. In my meeting with the coaches, one coach expressed how practice was never the same after I was out. Players weren’t flying around like they use to. Practice was dead...

He expressed that he knew I was a leader, but he didn’t believe that I did. And he was right...

I didn’t mean to type all this shit lol. Y’all probably won’t read it anyways. But I just had to vent....moral of this thread

SHMURR GOING SUPER SAIYAN BLU

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