Today, well technically yesterday, something happened that really pissed me off. I could see myself strangling dude and not even giving a sh*t.
Here's the set up...I'm chilling in the living room (my regular, serious work room) when I decide to listen to some material that has come across my desk. I pop the dvd into the dvd player in the family room, turn down the volume on the surround sound and go back to the living room to meditate and let the content marinate. A few minutes later I hear footsteps coming from the basement. I'm chill and thinking nothing of it when I hear dude asking if I was blasting my sh*t on purpose. I say no. He says that he was sleeping. I say I didn't know that. He says he thinks I did. I wanna say f*ck you but I keep it mellow and let him go about his business. I don't move to turn down my entertainment and I don't give him another glance.
I'm saying, though, what the f*ck? I don't know what the hell he does in the basement. I have purposely stopped going down there while he's there because I don't want to stay in his presence like that. Beyond all that sh*t, I coulda strangled him because here this muthaf*cka is talking to me again like I'm a f*cking animal. I get sick of him treating me like I am the source of his problems. I am neither the cause nor the beneficiary of his issues. His sh*t stems from the fact that he refuses to grow up. He refuses to stand up and stop thinking he has unlimited tomorrows. He refuses to stop leading with his d*ck and use the f*cking good sense God gave him. He's two kind of crazy. That's the source of his problems!
I'm so sick of these boys trying to play grown up games. Muthaf*uckas ain't got sh*t to show for their existence, everything inside and around them slowly falling apart. I wanna tell these b*tches like Celie in The Color Purple, "Until you do right by me everything you even think about gonna crumble."
As for dude, his ass ain't gonna ever have sh*t until the day he mans up and gives me my due! I vocalized it but God said it!
