BeRLIN RECAP

Shit funny to me my bags getting searched at “random” every time we in the airport in Europe. Yo I’m a fly nigga but I need that new shit I’m ready to get back in my bag again. I feel activated been chilling off getting fly and getting high for a minute. Not that I stopped smoking weed or wearing expensive clothing because I’ll never stop doing those things. But I’m saying I stopped really placing value in it. I realized weed is in existence to emasculate us and make us dormant and materialism is getting in the way of progress. Started tryna focus on better shit like knowledge reading as many books as possible. Making investments tryna get these businesses off the ground free myself from whitey all that shit. Go back to school get educated. Start training prepare myself mentally and spiritually for what’s to come. But it ain’t make me happy. Being a fly nigga makes me happy. Being free makes me happy. Smoking a blunt where I’m not supposed to be at makes me happy. Meaning smoking somewhere that they wouldn’t expect niggas who like weed to be at. Some guy yelled out "yo homie" to me and asked to take a picture with me at this restaurant and I had to just walk away because I really be wanting to slap niggas foreal. If you didn't know, "homie" is a slur if you not Black. Damn I wanted to slap the shit outta him lmaoooooo, but how can I explain to a cop or my mother that I slapped this German at a bar over a microagression. I digress. Niggas with that slave mentality that can’t overcome childlike vices such as marijuana. But I’m proud as fuck to be one of them niggas. To get in debates with my pops about how niggas finding out that Big Meech cooperated will impact him now that he’s home from prison. Not that it concerns us, but it’s good barbershop talk where I come from. I’m a ending sentences with a preposition type of nigga. Where you at? Fuck you at? Fuck you been? Who you playing with? Lmaooooooo girlll who is you playing wit back dat ass up. Aiight nah I’m a clown. But real shit I realized I can be knowledgeable and disciplined and still do what the fuck I like. Maybe sometimes I want to be dormant. I don’t want to have to sit with the fact that I’m Black and a member of a dying species who while at war with other races is also destroying itself. I want to forget that sometimes. It’s not like I’ll ever not know that. I’m tryna spend more money than I really got to stunt on niggas. I grew up on scarcity. Simultaneously I kept all the new shit. I don’t wanna change that now. I mean damn if I turned into a boring socially conscious adult who only does the right thing what the fuck am I gonna be in my 30’s a monk? Fuck that shit. I’m approaching 25 it’s time to use this fully developed brain to do everything I didn’t have the power and awareness to do and use my ignorance to have the most fun life I possibly can. So yeah big fuckin dope in front of disgusted Europeans wondering how I escaped my American plantation. Honestly I couldn’t tell you. Just woke up one night and me and my niggas followed the drinking gourd and bumped into the crack epidemic. Then niggas started rapping about the crack epidemic and my pops got a job with the right people and bada boom bada bing I got me a passport and a degree from Howard. I remember when I was planning my great escape from the plantation. I had to be like six or seven years old when I realized I wanted to be rich. I didn’t realize what rich meant then, but I do now. Real wealth is in knowledge, impact, and what you have the power to do. And I want the maximum amount that this Earth will allow the likes of myself. Naturally, I’m gonna make a shit load of money doing that. But money is worthless in the end. And time isn’t real. But these ideas have been manipulated to mean something, so here we are. I gotta do what I can to maximize both. And while I do that I’m getting fly and gettin high. But still doing what I need to overcome those vices because I know what they are. And I accept that. And I’ma always be good in the hood jack. Sho ya righttt. Peace.