Poppin’ Shit

“Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn’t bust a grape in a fruit fight” – Jay Z, 99 Problems

I love all these couch riders, armchair quarterbacks, backseat drivers or whatever you want to call people who seem to only excel at flapping their gums. People who talk shit, or pop shit, need to be careful because usually it ends up on your face. I guess it is easier to hate on others than it is to handle your own business. Well if that is how you are going to spend your time then at least put a little effort in your game first. Get your shit half-way together then commence with the hot air storm.

Realize though that what we put out comes back 100 fold. Be prepared for your neigh sayers for they will come. When they do and your world is in a tizzy and before you ask why they are “hatin’ on me”, think back to all those you criticized to elevate yourself. Feel their pain wash over you as you become the focus of someone else’s ire.

Yawn…Done

Yawn. I’m bored
With you. Done
Peace out