Is violence a necessary evil? Over the past week, a school shooting occurred in Wisconsin, a mass shooting took place in Maryland, and both resulted in casualties. Do you know how I know people are stupid? It’s because humans insist on fucking around and finding out. There’s only so much words can do to dissuade destined destruction. Every time a murderous massacre makes it to the media, my first thought is always, “how was the assailant victimized?” What percentage of assaults do you believe happen for “no reason?” No one gets to dictate other people’s reactions or responses to being offended. Shit, remember the Good Samaritan-turned-slasher who stabbed a shopper after the Samaritan held the door and the shopper didn’t acknowledge his good deed? Everything isn’t about you. Your feelings about a situation don’t definitely determine or comprehensively control the circumstances surrounding it. And even consequences have consequences. People talk about red flags a lot these days, as if everything that they dislike, disapprove of, or disagree with is cause for concern. But how concerned should you be with matters that don’t concern you? And what are you going to do when your inappropriate imposition or intrusion causes conflict? Even vigilantes are villains to virtuous viewers. Whether you’re meddling and being messy or mistreating someone, failing to mind your manners and your motherfucking business is many times a mistake. I’m just throwing a bunch of random thoughts out there at this point, because there’s no remedy for human nature. Unfortunately, everything that we witness and experience in life is inevitable. That’s how balance works, you won’t know good without bad, right without wrong, and yada yada yada. What’s more, it’s easy to highlight the inverse of a disadvantageous decision as the better choice, but “the obvious” isn’t always obvious in the moment, and optimal may not even be an option sometimes. Personally, it’s not in my nature to automatically take things that don’t involve or affect me personally. And speaking of “the obvious,” it’s unmistakably clear that a false sense of entitlement encourages both the heartless conduct and harsh criticism that often leads to violence. People who turn a blind eye to boundaries are bound to find themselves behind enemy lines without cavalry. Who the fuck are you? Once again, that’s my favorite question to ask people. I understand why everyone perceives themselves as the most important person in their own lives, but what the fuck does that have to do with the rest of us? When was the last time you felt sympathy for someone receiving karma? Essentially, karma is just the sequel to your prior actions—positive or negative—and it’s a word that spiritualists use for a psychological boost when they’re praying for vengeance but want to stay sanctified. Sayings like “what goes around, comes around” and “what goes up must come down” are representative of karma. And frequently, as sad as it is, mass shootings and school shootings are just hatred and hostility being reciprocated or repaid with interest—it’s karma. Yes, I view violence as a very necessary evil because villainous violators never veer too far from it, which makes preventative or retaliatory violence vital to survival. Diverging slightly, I recognized early in life that I am the type of person that many people claim to be but don’t have the strength or courage to actually be. For instance, I don’t want to be everybody’s friend, I don’t give a fuck about what anybody thinks, I’m too genuine to enjoy being fake, sex and money aren’t the most important things in the world to me, I’m comfortable doing things on my own, etc. That’s not me bragging, it’s me imploring like-minded people to embrace their independence and individuality. Friends and family are fine until you find that their foes, and who the fuck needs more of those? Think about it like this, if you’re around people who can get you caught up in their negative karmic lessons, and they ain’t worth taking a bullet for, considering moving around before their karma comes around.
Do you know what really scuffs my Timbs? Before I answer, shout-out to Jaz the Rapper. It’s gangster rappers who give advice on how to avoid incarceration. You motherfuckers are the crown cultivators of criminality, and your music is the soundtrack of the streets and the step-by-step tutorial for nigga-shit. But you have the audacity to tell niggas who get caught in crimes to circumvent the coon shit that your music glorifies and glamourizes!? I would name names, but I have enough enemies as it is. Like I just alluded to, hindsight is 20/20 and spectators see speculating as an entitlement. “If you don’t want to do the time, don’t do the crime.” No shit, Sherlock Homies! But what are the actual fucking solutions? As it pertains to people, influence is the ability to effect someone’s character and choices. After 50 years of the same old shit—that’s gotten progressively worse over time—why don’t rappers realize the real-life repercussions and ramifications that their hyperbolized raps wreak on real people? Undoubtedly, niggas are suckers for extravagant jewelry, foreign cars, expendable cash, whorish women, and everything superficial because that is what has always been promoted as symbols of success. Honestly, I don’t understand why none of that shit has gotten old to niggas. I’m only about 200 words into this paragraph and I’m already tired of talking about this tomfoolery, so I’m done. Niggas are lame as fuck to me, truthfully. And I’m a nerd! Like many words, nerd has multiple meanings. I’m studious and socially awkward, which is one meaning. But another is to be extremely enthusiastic about an especial interest. So, that would make niggas nonsense nerds, right? Niggas have a feverish fondness for foolishness, hence the longtime popularity gangster rap music and the ubiquitous nature of its influence. When you think about it, everybody’s a nerd for something. For example, there are separate groups of people—in both official and unofficial capacities—who don’t do shit but study me and discuss their hypotheses about me. Good luck with that, guys. I mean it. And I’m not sorry that I refuse to capitulate to your creed. I won’t say that all we have in life are choices, but they’re a major fucking part of said lives. And the good thing about choices is that you never run out of them. As long as you live and breathe, you can change and make up your mind as much as you want. Moving on, I wonder how many people have ever experienced the wonders of being wondrous? Again, from my perspective, it’s like the world is revolving around me right now. And I don’t know how I feel about this shit. Part of me feels like these higher powers are attempting to acclimate me to fame. But another part of me feels like they’re trying to put me to shame. Regardless, I guess I’m the only one to blame. I’ve done what I can to make a name and prove that we, meaning you and me, ain’t the same. If you look at me with disdain, to put it plain, know that doesn’t bring me any pain. Because I’m the main “mane,” and my energy isn’t available for you to drain. Nah, I feel like the entire hip hop industry is tapped in with me, so I’ll be damned if I drop quotable bars for y’all to steal. But protect your energy, keep your karmic debt as low as possible, and “watch your circle before they hurt you” are the takeaways for this post. If you struggle with your identity, or if you have trouble cutting people off when you know it’s the best thing to do, or if you never seem to make the right choices, or if you’re just at your wit’s end, take the time out to appreciate all the time you have left. Life isn’t short if your patience persists. Peace.