As a man, I’ve been taught to hold my feelings in. “Don’t nobody give a shit about what me or you got going on." Bottle them up until the stress eats me alive and starts controlling my decisions.
Truth be told: I think the stress has already taken over. As a man who’s been taught to hold their feelings in, I’ve been broken down. And don’t you all dare say that men can open up about their feelings, because I have enough first and secondhand experience to know that’s a damn lie. Nobody cares about what we have going on. That’s the truth. If you’re not living a life like Quan or you and your friends aren’t living like AMP by the time you're 22, then you are looked at as a failure in this society.
This microwave society has made success instantaneous, and as a man I feel obligated to chase whatever society says I’m supposed to chase. But at what point was I supposed to stop and look in the mirror and make sure I was OK? Because truth be told, I haven’t stopped to look in the mirror. I’ve been too busy chasing my parents' dreams and goals and trying to put myself into a position where I’d be desirable for a respectable woman. But unfortunately, Wu-Tang Clan’s words still ring true to this day: Cash Rules Everything Around Me. And if you don’t have any, then you’re looked at like a disgrace, like a parasitic cockroach. If you don’t have any money to your name you’re labeled broke, dusty, bummy, a “no motion havin ass nigga”, you’re clowned until people get tired of cracking jokes on you.
So I stand here today to ask you all to live in reality. No normal man is going to take you to the 50th floor of hibachi in his 2022 straight-piped trackhawk. The ATL money glitch isn’t universal. I’m truly asking you to look in reality. If you got straight bummy niggas around you then you gotta work with what you got. And he’s not even a bum, he's a cold ass hooper, but you wanna overlook him because he’s not walking around in Balenciaga head to toe. Ladies, AND gentlemen… Stop it… get some help.
Truth be told: I think the stress has already taken over. As a man who’s been taught to hold their feelings in, I’ve been broken down. And don’t you all dare say that men can open up about their feelings, because I have enough first and secondhand experience to know that’s a damn lie. Nobody cares about what we have going on. That’s the truth. If you’re not living a life like Quan or you and your friends aren’t living like AMP by the time you're 22, then you are looked at as a failure in this society.
This microwave society has made success instantaneous, and as a man I feel obligated to chase whatever society says I’m supposed to chase. But at what point was I supposed to stop and look in the mirror and make sure I was OK? Because truth be told, I haven’t stopped to look in the mirror. I’ve been too busy chasing my parents' dreams and goals and trying to put myself into a position where I’d be desirable for a respectable woman. But unfortunately, Wu-Tang Clan’s words still ring true to this day: Cash Rules Everything Around Me. And if you don’t have any, then you’re looked at like a disgrace, like a parasitic cockroach. If you don’t have any money to your name you’re labeled broke, dusty, bummy, a “no motion havin ass nigga”, you’re clowned until people get tired of cracking jokes on you.
So I stand here today to ask you all to live in reality. No normal man is going to take you to the 50th floor of hibachi in his 2022 straight-piped trackhawk. The ATL money glitch isn’t universal. I’m truly asking you to look in reality. If you got straight bummy niggas around you then you gotta work with what you got. And he’s not even a bum, he's a cold ass hooper, but you wanna overlook him because he’s not walking around in Balenciaga head to toe. Ladies, AND gentlemen… Stop it… get some help.