Do you know how I know y’all are stupid? Only be offended if it resonates. But it’s because many of you make a living discussing and dissecting other people’s lives, yet as soon as conversations start cutting into your self-conscious skin, dissections become disgusting. Like I said in a recent post, it’s dangerous to be self-centered in a world where balance is centered on the reciprocation of respect. If you wonder how I “come up” with this stuff, I just think until I can make sense of things. To quote myself once more, we’re in a microwavable content era, where substance and satiation are substituted for instant gratification. Taking time to think is thoughtful. Yes, I would make a ravishing rapper, but I digress. Y’all be listening to the wrong fuckin’ people. Like I’ve said many a time, everybody’s got the answers, but nobody has the solutions. And again, that’s because answers can be incorrect—even when they seem or sound smart. What qualifies someone’s credibility in your opinion, if you can’t choose both, is it expertise or intelligence? If expertise is containing skills and knowledge but intelligence is the ability to attain and effectively apply skills and knowledge, which is more important? Again, you can’t choose both. I believe that intelligence is indisputably the most integral instrument in influencing everything—from apprehension, to attitudes, to approaches, to appreciation. In the absence of the ability to apply what you’ve ascertained, if speaking for the layman, you just know shit without knowing how to use what you know to your advantage. Conversely, being an expert entails the earning of experience that evolved into excellence in one’s field. Still, where skills can be developed and knowledge can be learned, intelligence is inherent—independent to an individual’s natural ability. Education, as in the enlightenment of a learner or the elimination of ignorance, is indeed important. And that’s why I’m a target! Is it normal for narcs, the news, nosy-ass niggas, etc. to nibble at a “nobody’s” nuts nonstop? I’ve never wondered “why me?” But I’ve wondered why weak-ass weirdos would try to worry me without worrying about me wreaking havoc. In the game of chess, a pawn is an expendable piece with the least maneuverability, and it also just so happens to be the first in line to lose its position, in addition to being the most plentiful piece on the board. So, a pawn is the least valuable, the most available, the easiest played, and the first taken. If you were a chess piece, which would you be? Because this is my scenario, I wouldn’t be a piece at all, I’d be a player. A game is for entertainment, but expertise in strategizing and the intelligence to substantiate a game plan is what makes a winner. Anyhoo, should I share more shameless confessions? Admittedly, I oftentimes get tired of thinking about how to shut people up in the same way that I’m tired of hearing y’all talk. Offering profitless opinions has been an occupation for so long that it pushes prophets and professors—people with profitable points and promising positions on problems—to the point where they preserve their solutions for the future. And do you know what they’re waiting on? It’s for y’all to shut the fuck up and listen! I know I’m not wasting my time, because everybody who’s somebody knows that I’m not a nobody. I don’t hate to break this to y’all, but not only do you not have the answers, the solution is in you appreciating your ignorance and accepting the lesson that saying less is a sage strategy when seeking knowledge. So, you can “walk and chew gum at the same time,” but can you talk, listen, watch, learn, and teach without losing the game? If you haven’t noticed, you probably don’t even know anyone who can play chess.
So, I listened to your little 5-track album—I guess you could call it an EP—and it was a’ight. Yes, that’s a compliment. Also, shout-out to Freddie Gibbs. I tried listening to the Drake and PARTYNEXTDOOR album, but my vibe wasn’t matching the music, so I muted it. Other than browsing social media, what do you partake in to pass time? Again, the first time I was arrested, it was for a noise ordinance violation, as I blasted music and ignored the cops knocking. As a writer and a lover of lyricism, I have yet to complete a song—at least not to my satisfaction. But if I decided to dedicate myself to drafting music, it wouldn’t be good for you guys. When Kendrick Lamar dropped GNX, I began writing a song in my head that I titled “Grand Theft Auto.” Y’all, it was disturbing, to say the least! But that’s enough small talk. How many of y’all are biting your nails, bracing, and beating yourselves up for being bitches and bad people? Better you than me, and that’s just how it be. Sometimes, as I’m sitting in silence—reasoning and rationalizing—summoning something to say, it may seem like I’m slow to the summary. However, my examinations of information are exhaustive because not everyone is easy to edify. I look at shit like I’m the least likely to learn, foraging for foolishness and fruitful facts in every detail. By approaching all information like it’s new to me, almost every time I think about something, I find that there’s never nothing that I didn’t miss—always something new to consider. I’m not suggesting that everyone should do this, but it’s a great way to practice precision and master meticulousness. For instance, after you read this, when you have some free time, put on your favorite movie—something that you’ve watched at least ten times in your life. While watching, try to focus most of your attention on the background and supporting characters. If you don’t see something that you’ve never seen before, congratulations. Wait, this is more small talk, isn’t it? Regardless, having great attention to detail is a wonderful way to weed out wrong information and wicked people. That’s how I’ve been able to spot all the “secret” agents sent to spy on me while I’m shopping. Y’all, I promise I’m not crazy. Moving on, can you take a joke? In retrospect, I may have been disrespecting Will Smith by insinuating that he should be impervious to what he personally perceived as the improper or indecent addressing of his wife. And being a subject of MKUltra (psychological torture) experimentation, I assume that popularity and persecution go hand in hand like revolutionaries and resistance against their resolve and robustness. Though I’m serious and stoic, I actually have a super sense of humor. I can take jokes, but I also take notes, so my retaliatory jokes aim for throats. Still, it’s all in good fun. In Will Smith and Big Sean’s “Beautiful Scars,” they both credit higher powers for having their backs during hard times. If sensitive or scarred sinners are subject to seeing satire as something sadistic, what if the story of God was surmised to slight sinners—a joke meant to scare sinners straight? I’ve asked this question before, but treat the concept of the Bible being banter or a blunder like it’s new to you. Can humans, collectively, be trusted? Let me answer that question for you, and pardon my audacity, but it’s a “fuck no!” With that, why do we trust humanity’s ideas more than we trust the humans that constructed them? Going back to what I said previously, answers can be incorrect—even when they seem or sound smart. “If we were made in his image, then call us by our names. Most intellects do not believe in God, but they fear him just the same.” I don’t know exactly what Erykah Badu meant about atheists fearing God equivalently to believers, but if humans are gods, that makes sense why prayer calls are rarely answered. I’m just sayin’. Peace.