1973

Crazy.

I spoke to a Brother today just because he knows me... I mean really knows me. I asked him if I was straight bonkers. He responded that I'm crazier than a shithouse rat but not in the way people think. I thought I was bugging and he pointed out that I simply forgot...

Crazy.

He had to remind me of certain things...

You see, for a second there, because of some kiddie shit, I forgot who the hell I was. I forgot the things that I've lived through and how that shaped me. I forgot the generational difference between us and them. I forgot that people are always gonna talk shit but the people that know me ain't trying to hear shit. I forgot that I can't play in the sand box with any child that ain't mine. I forgot that most folks in the younger age group are still trying to live through life that I conquered when they were still fuckin' with crayons, toy cars and barbie dolls. I forgot people can talk that shit but can't walk that shit because the consequences are deeper than Del Rio's pussy. I forgot that my temper feeds into other people's bullshit and makes shit worse. I forgot the shit I've survived and how lucky I am that I still move through this life. I forgot that simple motherfuckers blab-jabbin shouldn't register on my radar... Damn.

I forgot a whole fucking lot.

Thank God I got the kind of people that will remind me.
32 years of joy and pain.
I'm not trying to forget again.

Thanks Bey.
Once again.
Thanks.