Showing posts with label kill yoself. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kill yoself. Show all posts

Crabs Really Do Bring You Down


Inside of barber shops, liquor stores, Chinese restaurants, and elsewhere about "your hood, USA," topics of conversation include: the local hoodbooger everybody smashed but won't say they did; Kobe vs. Lebron (But we got Melo!!); Hip-Hop; BET (fuck them still). Then there's the one where it's always talked about but has yet to end, the "holding each other back" paradigm. As it's called the "crab in the barrel" approach.

Don't know what it is?

...Real simple...




Does it run wild in out here? Fuck yes! I see and hear the shit everyday from somebody. Who fault is it? Our own, because now it's implanted in everybody's brain where we believe it. Its simple negrodian logic:

The more you hear it, the more you believe it. Until it becomes second nature. There's so many different branches of the crab tactics muhfuckas don't even realize it.




Complaining:
You think pulling a person down is dreadful, listen to a complainer. The nagging, the bitching, the everyday there's a problem. The FB statuses of their fucking melodrama about not being able to get a date. The twitter updates of the whack muhfuckas at the club or elsewhere. The text messages of "eh, I'm alright, just annoyed" sent every other fucking day like they didn't know I really don't care about her fucking drama-filled life.


Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

Complaining is the number one crab in the hood, because once that complaining ass muhfucka gets one listener, you're now pulled in their barrel. Now you got to go talk to somebody about what you heard. Why? Because that's what that person did to you and your barrel has plenty room.

Imagine if you used that same complaining into something constructive like talk radio, spoken word, or just shutting the fuck up. It'll make the world a better place. 



The "crab" that wants to leave: This could be the hardest thing for most people growing up. To leave all that's left behind for your benefit. To better you. Some people won't understand that, even some of you closest friends. Here at I.S. We got the best advice for that:

Fuck 'em.   ¯\_(•_•)_/¯

Those aint your peoples if they don't see your potential for growth. I had a talk with this dude at a bar and he said "these my niggas and I ride or die for my niggas I won't leave them for nothing." I looked at him and said "these my niggas and I would ride or die for them too, but, I got to live my life, as do they." Chilling with the same pot leaves you with little room to grow and around the same people. You go out there, meet new people, and then bring 'em into you equation. That's the blueprint of growth. Because sometimes hanging with ya niggas just leave you a "hanging with ya niggas" ass muhfucka.


Death Jam

By Q. Busy
"Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives." -A. Sachs


Can't eat ribs. That'll kill ya. Can't have raw sex. That'll kill ya. Can't take a quiet stroll on a Summer's night. Some crazy white man will gut you and strangle you with your own intestines and then rape your empty eye sockets.
And then they'll kill ya.

Can't cheat on your man. He'll kill ya. But we gon' all die one day anyway right? Can't smoke. That'll kill ya. Can't drank. That'll kill ya. I mean what the fuck?! This some ole bullshit. Pretty soon stickin a gun to your head and pullin the trigger gon be able to kill you too...

..Wait.

Uh oh, you should've run that yellow light instead of stopping. And now at this next intersection an escaped pack of rhinos is waiting to anally abuse you with their giant erect tusks. Too bad, so sad.
I'm just sayin. Every damn thing can kill you. Anybody...name the most harmless activity you can think of, and I'll tell you how it can kill you. Don't worry, I'll wait.

And that all life is: A laugh here, and a nut there. But all it REALLY is, is a chain of events in which your ass was fortunate to avoid death.

Sure...today it's all good. But tomorrow that nigga that you refused a dance with at the End-of-the-Year 5th grade dance may just pop out of your bushes as you're entering your crib and stab yo ass
.

See what I'm sayin? All that shit matters.

Many people spend such a substantial portion of their lives working a job that they don't like, to afford things that they don't need, to impress people that they can't stand. What a tragic waste of something so special, so finite as the only life you'll ever get. I don't know about you all, but I love ME too much to not pursue all of my goals, passions, and ambitions before my number is called. I encourage you all to do the same.

I guess what I'm ultimately tryna say is: Life wants you dead. And whether you're ready or not, when it's your time to go, it's your time to go.

But life doesn't always hafta win, you could always just kill yo'self.