I Can See Jimi Hendrix

I went to church this morning and ran into my Godbrother today. This is my real Godbrother I've known forever. We used to play in the sandbox at Barrett Brothers Park. We had an R2-D2 toy chest filled with toy guns. Every gun you could think of in plastic in different colors. Cap guns, water guns, and just regular toy guns all in that toy chest. I hadn't seen him in months but he almost didn't recognize me. For the past six months I've been growing my hair out and it surprises people that haven't seen me in a while. I also have a full beard which I've never had as a full adult. I've always kept a low Caesar with a mustache until the last six months. In this picture from Mardi Gras you can see my beard but you can't see my hair because it was cold and that hat was warm. I've grown my hair out because I wanted to and creatively I feel the freest I've felt since I was a kid. It's liberating. I'm sure I may cut it to a low Caesar at some point but for right now, I don't care about how my hair looks. I wear hats and hoods most of the time and I'm not trying to impress anyone. This reminds me of when Sidney Deane told Billy Hoyt in White Men Can't Jump that Billy can't see Jimi Hendrix because he didn't have the soul. Jimi Hendrix was a free spirit that let his creativity flow any chance he got. Right now that's how I feel. I don't even bother to pick it out. If I did, I'd look like Dr. J in 1975 playing for the New York Nets. I can see Jimi Hendrix. I went out to The Loft to support my dude Indiana Rome (who I've always said is one of the most talented people I know bar none) in his quest to open Super Jam this summer at Scott Trade Center. As soon as I walked in, my friends were surprised I hadn't cut my hair. They've seen me a couple months back but I guess they figured I'd gone to the barber shop since then. Nope. I haven't seen my barber since November when I got a lining. I have razors that I shave with. Creatively I'm making the most soul-bearing music I've ever made. It's a process. My friends in music have released a lot of work and done a lot of shows over the last year. I've done a few shows here and there but that's not my focus. My focus is to make money, capital, revenue and I've spent the last few months with my business partner doing that in a better manner than before. So when you change your methods, you hope to get a change in results. We're getting better results. The creativity in that process is better for me and I can get what Jimi was doing when he didn't compromise his creativity. He wasn't scared to "go there". He wasn't scared to bend or break rules that shouldn't have existed in the first place. He didn't care about what anyone though. He cared about getting his art out and doing it the best way possible. That's where I am in my life and also being a better person. I'm a lot more patient than I'd ever been and my outlook on a lot of things have improved. I needed time to figure out what to do and it helped me grow. My hair might get cut next week but I might wait. It's not a pressing issue for me. It's not an Afro. It's just curly hair I haven't cut, nothing major or political about it. Jimi let his hair grow wild. I was sitting in church this morning and it hit me that I like my creativity more than I care about cutting my hair. A lot of stuff that was important to me before just isn't that important. My creativity is one of those things I pray I hold onto. Follow me on Twitter and Instagram @duckyhines - Peace

My Mom's Basement Is A Museum Of 90s Hip Hop

I moved out of my mom's house a looooonnnngggg time ago and risked my freedom a few times to assure that stayed the same while I was buying Jordans and Polo all the time. I had a car note and rent to pay but damn, I had to stay fresh. I'm digging through my YouTube subscriptions and listening to Def Squad classics (Erick Sermon, Redman & Keith Murray among others). I used to come home from school, eat Pop Tarts, watch Rap City then go play basketball. This music for me shaped my taste in fashion and music. My friends used to tell me I listened to too much East Coast music. I wasn't the only one in school that did but I was wearing Timberlands and rugby shirts because that's what I saw in the video. I listened to Boot Camp Click, Lords Of The Underground, UGK, MC Breed (RIP) and obviously Pac and Biggie. People still get in debates in about who was better between Pac and Biggie. I never do because I can break down the fact that  Pac is an underrated lyricist. Listen to "No More Pain" and tell me he wasn't spitting. Also, Pac did the majority of his songs in one recording take. He did a lot of vocals and ad-libs but all in one take. Biggie as documented didn't write the majority of his lyrics down. He painted pictures without writing them down and influenced how I come up with my own rhymes. There was a time when Jay-Z wasn't the most popular rapper in the world. I remember that time. I also remember the first time I heard "Juicy" on the radio. I was in Chicago ironically buying a Source Magazine with Pac on the cover. I didn't like "Juicy" at first but it was on the radio every twenty minutes. I got home from Chicago and everyone was jamming Bone Thugs N Harmony "Thuggish Ruggish Bone" tough. Up and down West Florissant, people were playing Bone out of cars but Biggie not so much. I remember the first time I heard Illmatic. My homeboy actually caught somebody slipping on a bus and gave me Illmatic because he didn't like it. A few years later he asked me if I still have it. I told him I do. Then he asked if he could borrow it. I told him like on House Party with the CD commercial, "No, my brother you have got to get your own". Then he reminded me that he gave it to me and I told him you don't give away Illmatic, Reasonable Doubt, The Chronic, All Eyez On Me and Enter The Wu Tang expecting to get them back. I also gotta add Juvenile's 400 Degreez. I have all the above CDs except All Eyez On Me. Other CDs like my Das Efx, Redman, Mary J. Blige My Life are in my mom's basement at her house in many of my Air Jordan shoe boxes. See, I didn't just listen to East Coast Hip-Hop. Every classic 90's Hip Hop CD I've either had or had disappear out of thin air. My 400 Degreez is still in my CD case at home with my Reasonable Doubt. I also had No Limit CDs and I don't care what anyone says about Master P. He belongs in the Rock N Roll Hall Of Fame for taking what Eazy E (RIP) did with Ruthless Records and taking it to another level for an independent record label. Death Row was dope but Suge Knight's bad business killed them. Puffy had Bad Boy and carried the roster after Biggie's demise. Cash Money doesn't get enough credit for not only breaking ground in The South but for making history with their $30,000,000 distribution. Also "Bling Bling" is a part of lexicon that will never die. There are so many other CDs I have like Gang Starr, Dogg Pound etc. Watching old videos brings back memories of what I loved about Hip Hop. I'm not going to bash what is called rap now but I know why I fell in love with the culture in the first place. Peep my blogs at http://www.citydivision.com Peace

George Jung Got Marked Out

Before I start my day I wake up and thank God for waking me up. I get regular sleep nowadays. The thought that you'll sleep when you're dead because you're on your so-called grind will lead you to bad health. I enjoy life too much and have so many things to do within the allotted time during 24 hours. Pardon me for being a human being. I get them done and I get sleep. What a noble concept! So I told myself I would blog more. I'm blogging more as you can read but from a different perspective. Through church (I'm not opening a religious diatribe here, I need to go because I've lived a life so far that warrants me going so let me cook) I've been reminded to be humble. Life itself will humble you if you're believing your hype or full of yourself so I walk humbly. I last posted about my fight to avoid clinical depression and I've posted about being a loner. I'm the youngest of three and my siblings were much older than me so I had time to myself. My mom worked out other people's problems at the welfare office for nine hours a day and was too stressed out to play Legos with me during the week. Just now she was mortified to learn I thought she didn't WANT to play games (Chutes N Ladders, Uno etc) with me when I was a kid. She felt bad then I reminded her how nice she is and I won the mom lottery because she's open-minded, funny and brutally honest. She told me when girls weren't good enough to meet her. She also let me watch Scarface and The Godfather. Through those movies I saw a code of honor which real criminals I befriended in my younger days carried. They did real stains. They wanted me to play sports or be a productive member of society. They also appreciated that I wasn't soft. In the movie Blow depicting the life of Boston George, government name George Jung I regularly saw this man get marked out around real cutthroats. Diego was a charismatic fuck up. DIEGO WAS A CHARISMATIC FUCK UP!!! George really should've had rounds in the pistol when he caught up with George on the island but he wasn't bout that life. He was a mark. He knew he was a mark but was only alive because Pablo Escobar wanted him alive to make the cartel money. I've stole on people for less than taking my business connect and turning that plug against me. I was never a thief or a larcenist. Those are bitch crimes. Anybody I know that stole actually robbed folks. Not saying that's upstanding but they carried the Henry Hill way of life stealing anything not bolted down and robbing folks at gunpoint for big shit. My big homie had choppers and sawed off shotguns in his bedroom and pounds of weed on checker boards. People didn't come in our hood trippin' or mess with anyone in the circle. I grew up with cats I had to fight every now and then but when someone tripped with one of us, they had beef with all of us. That's loyalty. That's what I grew up in. Then we all kicked it together. I had friends outside of my hood try to do me in like Diego. They wanted to take my business plugs and use them against me or not compensate me. When I didn't hand over the plug (because you NEVER give up your plug and they weren't worthy anyway) they got pissy about it and talked about my back because of it. When I fronted them they could see I wasn't playing about going there and fucking my life up to prove I wasn't playing. They got marked out. George Jung took his wife from his homeboy's homeboy who never liked him in the first place. George Jung constantly got marked out in Blow. Watch it. You'll see. It used to frustrate me that people would test me then make me out to be the asshole when I called them on it and was willing to go there with them. In business you'll have people that will constantly try to mark you out. In your personal life you'll have people that may try to mark you out. I had to get over this. It's a way of life so I try to stay woke and alert of my surroundings. I also got over a lot of shit that used to bother me or that I used to enjoy. I used to enjoy the company of heauxs. Again, I NEVER paid these heauxs. The heauxs paid me. That shit is stressful. I used to like the clubs every chance I get. I still do but I rarely go to clubs unless there's music business involved. I really, really, really used to enjoy copping new Jordans. Hypebeasts (scum of the earth that drive up the price and drive down the availability of normal and exclusive sneakers) ruined the shoe game. I have sneaker plugs and I only give them up to people that I know would do the same for me. However, I don't want EVERY pair of Jordans that came out like I used to. Black and Red Jordan 1s...didn't want them. I got the red and white pair. Gamma Blues...didn't want them. I have OG Space Jams. Space Jams are more exclusive than Gamma Blues. Taxi 12s...I still have 04 French Blue UK 12s, OG Finals 12s and Flint 12s. I had the Taxis in the 90s. I've worn the same size shoes since I was 11 years old. I DON'T NEED NEW JORDANS. I spend my time being more productive and being happy. I make my music, travel, do shows, laugh with friends and take less stock in rappity-rap shit than I used to. I see my family. Since my brother passed away, I take each day as a blessing more. He lived his life to the fullest. I don't like having my time wasted so I don't waste it on things I don't enjoy or that can't help me. Life will mark you out if you let it. I knew people that stole and carried guns at all times because we thought is was normal. How fucked up is that? For a while I was concerned I wouldn't be able to adapt to normal society because my normal surroundings involved drugs, guns and not trying to end up shot. My brother moved his family out far so my nieces and nephew wouldn't live the life we lived. What was normal to me was not normal and in some ways it fucked me up for a while. I have nieces and nephews that look to me for answers and love to laugh with me. That's what makes me happy. I look at my top closet in my bedroom closet and I like my shoes. I love my family. I enjoy my friends. I enjoy my music and I enjoy doing shows. Rappity-rappers, so-called promoters (shoutout all the promoters I know that do real business), fake important music industry people (one time for all the people in the industry I respect and do good business with), heauxs, hangers-on, bottom-feeders and lames will try to mark you out in life. You just gotta concentrate on those that love you and make a better life for yourself. That is my goal every day. Enjoy your life, be happy and feel blessed...also don't get marked out like George Jung. Oh, yeah...I don't make New Year's resolutions. I plan ahead and pray to see tomorrow while acting out that plan. One day, each day with a plan. I just thank God for each day and prepare to enjoy life while making strides to be a better me. Follow me on Twitter @duckyhines Peace. - Moolah

My Vido Deprecion

I've been very busy not posting. I can say most of my blogs on past relationships though true were driven by ego. I can admit that. What I can also admit though I haven't been clinically diagnosed is that I suffer from depression. It comes and goes. Those that know me will say I'm a very happy-go-lucky person. I have my moments when I don't want to go out and interact with people. Maybe I have social anxiety disorder or maybe I've been stabbed in the back by people I never thought would do such a thing. When my brother passed away last year one of my biggest supporters spiritually left in the flesh. I feel my big brother's spirit with me. I'm not ashamed to share I have thoughts where I don't know if I can trust people. I'm not ashamed to say I hate asking my friends to do the simplest things for me. I don't know if it's pride or showing vulnerability but my friends, real friends that they are never judge me. They may laugh at me like I laugh at them when we joke but in all seriousness some of my best friends aren't people I grew up with. I talk to only a few people I grew up with. Everyone else I consider real friends I met as a teenager or a full grown adult. My depression may have affected my relationships with women. I went through a phase where I wanted a girlfriend and would make someone my girlfriend because I thought that's what I'm supposed to do. It also may have contributed to my affinity for heauxs years ago. I never paid the heauxs but they made cool company in the club, in the car and in my life temporarily. I don't associate with heauxs now. It's too much work dealing with a career, handling money and heaux problems. Heaux problems are sad. Heaux problems weigh on you even if you have nothing to do with the heaux problems. I don't trust people and despite my happy face, I'm cynical as hell. I just hide it well but now you know if you're reading this. I've learned if you can't commit to someone and they can't commit to you, it doesn't matter how cute they are or how they compliment you. I'm grateful despite the changes in my life that I'm sane, I have a car and a place of my own to live. I'm grateful I have talent that I capitalize from that I've shared with the world. I'm happy for my friends' successes small and great. I'm not a miserable person. I know some truly miserable people that would piss on a little kids' parade and look at the kid like something was wrong with them. I know why I took a break from dealing with music and the music industry. When my brother died I needed a break. All the preening, woofing, faking it til they make it and illusions that go on made me detest the music business. It paled in comparison to what I had going on in real life. It was real but seemed unnecessary. When you don't care about what's going on in something you love, it's a problem. I didn't care about new songs I couldn't relate to or who was having a party. I didn't care. I still don't but I take stock in that stuff if I can relate to it. Creatively I wasn't in a good place so I needed a break. I needed to grieve and get myself in order. At this time an ex-girlfriend wanted to be back in the picture when I wasn't in a capacity to deal with her. She encouraged me to be around people. It helped. Then I needed to be alone. She couldn't understand that but then again, she's a Type A personality and I don't deal with Type A personalities too kindly. It wasn't going to work and I left her alone...again. People think that because someone has a talent in the music industry, it should be easier for them to be "on". It's actually the contrary. Talent is a big help but business connections are the key to music and any other industry one could be in. I wasn't in a space to deal with the business and the creative process so I stopped. I went out to support friends and be around them. I wasn't trying to buddy hustle like I see so many other people do. I wasn't trying to be seen. I was trying to get myself out of the depression I felt. Professionally I was cool but not fulfilled. Seeing my friends succeed made me feel better about what I had going on. When you get an inside look at something on your own (which I had to do because despite what some think, nobody held my hand - pause - in the process) you learn how to navigate through it if you're smart. I've connected with like-minded people and made moves. Depression made me want to give up and not deal anymore but determination motivates me to push forward. I have personal issues to work out but I'll continue to be the nicest, assisting, determined, supportive person I've tried to be my adult life. Yes, I have moments when I don't want to get out of bed. Then I realize I was awaken by a higher power and I'd be remiss not to be productive and accomplish goals. My depression, Lord willing won't get the best of me and I have no qualms admitting it had me down. I have no qualms knowing I may feel depressed around my friends but I won't bring them down with me. I won't be a killjoy. I have a purpose in life. I live to fulfill that purpose. - Moolah

What I Been Up To

I haven't been blogging as much lately. This is the first time I've blogged in a long time. I've thought about a lot in the last year or so. I've watched battles, traveled and have been trying to figure some things out. I'm less angry than I had been in real life but my new music has a lot of anger in it. My friends have been great to be around and very supportive. Other than that, it's just preparing for this next go around. I'll have more to talk about but right now this is just brief. Peace.

What Is Support

Shoutout to everybody I rock with musically. Two years ago my cohort Zone Caleone and I embarked on a trip to Memphis to show out for a major label. We did our thing. Suffice to say neither of us are signed to a major record label though we've had bad contracts offered to us in our careers. A lot of my friends and associates in Hip-Hop have had major meetings and been on tour with independent and major record labels. The one common denominator in these shows, meetings and spins are this: none of us are ASKING for support. What is support? My guy designed a shirt that says "SUPPORT GOOD LOCAL MUSIC".  What is support? Is it going to every open mic in the city where there are shows with rappers performing for other rappers and then once a rapper's set is over they leave? The rapper that leaves isn't supporting the other performers or are they? I believe the best way to test new music is to try an open mic or rehearse performing it and let people hear it. Is support not telling someone their ideas are horrible despite their grandiose visions of making it big? What's support? I personally go to a lot of shows my friends host and perform in. I even download their projects. I hardly EVER ask for that in return. Why? Because I can't guarantee I can make it. If I can make it then fine but there are some that feel they should get "support" because they're doing something. Music is entertainment. Entertainment when produced well and marketed effectively can do a lot of things. If your entertainment isn't as good as someone else that marketed effectively, is it someone else's fault because someone didn't like it or support it? If someone drops a dud of a single or doesn't get off their ass to send an email you told them to send to help their career, do you continue supporting them? No. You tell them they fucked up and if you feel you can/should/are able to help then that's up to you. I've been on film in videos as a role guy and been on stage for my friends' battles (The Movement That's Moving). Respect was earned because I chose to support good work and I'm loyal. Now I've had friends that have lost battles. I kept it loyal and honest when they've lost. I've had friends release projects or songs that didn't do what they hoped they would do. I can say this: I can go to any music venue for a show in St. Louis and see someone I know. Big whoop. I can get favors a lot of artists can't and I don't have a manager. Big whoop. I know people high up in the music industry but they respect me because I don't ask for those favors. Big Whoop. I guess I have their support by supporting them and not asking for it in return. When I see a post on my Facebook wall for someone's project I don't know (and I am responsible for who I pick as a Facebook friends, I know) I want to listen but what do they want? Feedback? A listen? SUPPORT? A hookup? I get DM'd and @ mentioned on Twitter a lot to hear new music. I've laid low but when I do more shows in and out of town, I imagine my social media contacts will quadruple. I can't support that. I've done huge shows and promoted on my wall and went out to the street to promote. I didn't ask for support. I was selling a show. Support is priceless. If people like it and you show them professionally, they'll support it. If you don't, well...they won't support it and that might be the reason why. Peace.

Ignorance Is A Bitch

"Niggas like to not know. Niggas don't read. Books are like Kryptonite to a nigga. Niggas love to be ignorant." - some shit Chris Rock said from Bring The Pain 1996.

My Twitter profile is @duckyhines and I joke a lot about music, rap and the rules of Twitter. The first rule of Twitter is everything you post is up for criticism. The second rule is don't react. Joking is one thing and I've done some fucked up shit in real life but some people think doing fucked up shit without risking consequences is okay. My parents didn't give me a lot of excuses to not fuck up. If I fucked something up even when I was a kid, it was my job to accept fucking up and then fix it after I endure the consequences. Some people's parents didn't teach them shit. I learned to read when I was four and was taught manners to survive as a responsible person in the real world. Nowadays people think they can do anything they want to anybody and have no circumstances. For example, I posted an opinion on a rap battle I saw on YouTube. I got some unflattering reactions on MY opinion. It didn't bother me but it made me think that if they said that in person I'd be ready to address it in a calm manner.Then again, some people don't say anything in person. They just do shit to do it without any kind of repercussion expected. I grew up in an era where people actually fought if there was a disagreement. Even in school if you had a problem with someone and someone spread hearsay, you HAD to see them or be labeled a punk. In this Facebooger and Twitter age where people are more concerned with their profile views, people are saying all kinds of wild shit for a reaction. Then in real life they're either timid or really oblivious to the fact that someone might just smack the shit out of them for crossing a serious line. They don't give a fuck and are too ignorant as to why they should give a fuck. It's ignorance. Just now I had what is known from The Boondocks as a "Nigger Moment". Am I proud of this? No, but I'm being honest. I go to the library to use the computer when I'm not near one at home (I plan on getting a MacBook Pro). I also check out books because I love to read and stay informed. Back to the Nigger Moment. I put my thumb drive into the computer and set my backpack down so I could get hand sanitizer. It's a public library. It just makes sense to me. I return to the computer and someone is trying to log in when my stuff is clearly there. The guy looked at me like something was wrong with me when I told him my stuff was at the computer because I was using it. This ignorant motherfucker says something like "You shouldn't have left your stuff there." Instantly I asked him to repeat it in a calm manner but my right fist was ready to Roy Jones him if he really wanted to be bout that life. This is the library! The fucking library! I told buddy he could go into the computer lab where there were quite a few available computers. Buddy said I should go in there. I asked him "Excuse me" and he walks away. When I was younger you had to be ready to fight. Even if you were going to get jumped, you had to fight. Running wasn't an option. You might get beat up or lose a fight but you had to be ready to defend yourself. Somewhere around when Boyz N The Hood came out drive-bys were suddenly en vogue and people started shooting when there used to just be fights. Now people shoot for the dumbest reasons...then video tape it as proof they're really as tough as they want the world to believe they are. I could go on about music that "celebrates" selling dope, shooting guns and misogamy but I'd be a hypocrite because I love N.W.A. It was "music" to them but a lot of uninformed people based their lives on what Ice Cube, Eazy (RIP), Ren and Dre depicted in these songs over twenty years ago. There's also a scene in one of my favorite movies Jay-Z's Fade To Black. Hov's conversing with an aspiring rapper that is complaining about people wanting to hear false crime tales and flossing in music. Hov and O.G. Juan are telling the kid to "be the fuck him" and make music from the heart. It's a line between feeding ignorance to a lot of the masses that are ignorant but also being enlightened and giving people intelligent art. People will consume ignorance in mass amounts (Rush Limbaugh, Bill O'Reilly, McRib sandwiches) if you package it in an appealing manner. Hov even made a song about it that I love and not too many people are hip to this version. http://t.co/4dyDyJtf In this song Hov pokes fun at the masses that only want him to talk about jewelry, slanging coke and cars. It's a great double meaning. A lot of people are caught in generational cycles of not knowing shit. I have friends that have parents that never graduated high school after their parents never graduated high school and never held a full time job where people's lives depended on them. My dad was a branch manager for a huge insurance company and my mother retired as a case worker for the state. I got into trouble when I was younger because I hated listening to people, thought I was too smart to ever get caught, didn't care about getting locked up until I read mandatory sentences for selling crack and I wanted to get fresh. People that had lesser resources didn't have a choice. Others like myself had a choice and I made poor choices. I could've been caught so many times as a juvenile offender. To some people drugs, fast cars, partying, getting fresh, cares for nothing else outside of that realm and fast women with fat asses are a way of life. That's all they know. They're content with impregnating that hot broad with a fat ass and being a baby-daddy because that's all they see. Then they get mad when that hot broad with a fat ass hopefully becomes a responsible parent and meets a nice guy that wants to settle down with her. I know too many guys that think once that woman has their kid, that woman's vagina is 24/7 access for them. They're ignorant of meeting someone to marry and raise a family with in a safe and nurturing environment. Months ago I wrote about how The Westside of St. Louis looks the same as it did in the 1980s and how some people never leave. They feel it's "their hood". Gentrification proves a whole neighborhood doesn't belong to a group of friends on a certain block unless they go to city hall, purchase that real estate with a deed and pay property taxes on it. Somebody might read this and not know what the fuck GENTRIFICATION is. I try to educate in serious moments and be enlightened. I try to better myself. Not knowing certain things bother me so I read, ask questions and observe so I become knowledgeable. Some people don't care about being smart or having tact. They just want to do what they want to do with no worry of fulfilling their future. They'll consume any and everything in front of them like they don't have a choice. They're ignorant to healthy food, opportunities to come up in the world and a whole world beyond what they see everyday. Those that live in these indigenous environments are in a cycle they're unaware of. They just speak on things and react with no knowledge of what's really around them. Going back to my dad, there's a belief that people that had both parents were soft. There's a belief that people that speak with diction and pronounce words correctly are soft or not "real niggas". Well, I had O.G.s that put me on to so much game and principles that these so-called "real niggas" never learned. The O.G.s who were doing their thing out in the street accepted me for me, especially because I didn't act like the dumb ignorant cats around me that had no vision and couldn't think for themselves. They were used to reacting to situations instead of thinking their way through situations and preparing for the next one. Ignorance is a bitch. Life's a bitch if you let it be but you can tame a bitch. I don't mean a woman, I mean a bitch regardless of their genitalia. Ignorance will stop progress. I hate ignorance and cannot be around someone that is too ignorant to learn or see different aspects of life. The worst ignorant motherfuckers are the entitled ones. I wrote on this last month about "new rappers" thinking they should get an ice cream cone because they put a few words together. They're ignorant to politics of the industry, what to do, how to do it and when to do it. They're content with being ignorant until someone "discovers" them or "holds them back" in some elaborate conspiracy to stop them from "changing the game" or whatever the fuck that shit means. I don't have time to entertain that train of thought or even argue with them. I just wish them the best and keep it moving. My parents didn't want me to be ignorant and to this day I can't make excuses for anything. I just learn, move on and keep a positive frame of mind despite the ignorance of others. I pray for them. If I can't enlighten them I can at least pray for them. Trying to down someone for bettering themselves or have some kind of order in their lives is the most hoe-ass shit I've ever heard of. To some people ignorance is a way of life and they're happy with that. Get that line of thinking the fuck out of here. Be aware, y'all. Peace. - Moolah