In life there are the successful and the overwhelmed. Those people who push America to the greatest heights never foreseen to an average person. Those who separated themselves by going after an American fantasy fueled by their own desire to be completed energy in a workflow environment. Becoming a living micro-organism helping the benefits that are employed by high company wages. Those people are really great aristocrats in a society where doing math numbers helped gave definite answers to an unsolved invention for a humans facets. They have reached the second level from a minimum wage employee doing laborious activity: feeling slaved to American society.
People often at the bottom feel a sense of powerlessness and helplessness. Not being able to become equipped to sit in a class room, having thirst of knowledge. They took a blow to the seat belt strapped, not having leeway to escape this accident. Being in a primal instinctive existence to fight for life, going through trials and tribulations not having a great enigma backing them or their beliefs. This is what separated; human thought, process and action from one another understanding. Also on the same token, this has proven to be America’s best suited warriors to take on the ills that higher leveled minds would never imagined doing. Instilling a sense of humility in their spirit.
I had to pick up my mighty sword: living to fight another day. The position I was birthed in to earn my soils birthright. I was a white lily sinking into the dirt on which blood shed by our human torment had started. Raised by the hand of King Louie and instilled by Genghis Khan to instill human systems that supported their families name. Generations to come, levels are realized by going against the grain for the top to succeed. Levels in life are only an Animals will to devour those that are on a dietary food chain.
Over domination of the mind and lack of communication will ruin your relationship. Love should present comfort through conversation and acceptance. I once was a person that completely shut down the ideas expressed by a significant other. This is not a beautiful thing, it is not a joyous occasion shared by others. You are creating an uncomfortable situation between two lovers. Jolted on friction, causing a thought of having an affair in the back of their minds. Even worse, a tough break-up. You completely lose the spirit of your significant other to the point of no return. All respect has been lost at this point. You see the person you we’re so madly in love with as the most disgusting creature that can walk this planet.
Her: Babe, I want to go on a beautiful adventure across town. We need to go out and enjoy the scenery more.
Me: Sure, lets throw money across the town. Parading around like a peasent.
Her: Baby, where is this coming from….
Me: We need to pay our bills like real talk.
Her: We have not went out in over a decade. We have been studying so hard trying to reach higher points in life with our schooling and all. We both need to take time out and enjoy each other companies.
Me: I be better off taking my own advice.
Her: Falls asleep
At this point she is not in-tune to her lovers words. The voice that suppose to resonate with her soul giving off a dance with a strong desire is put on cinder by an icy approach. She is in a deep sleep, going off into her dreams of comfort. At this point, two lovers are not interacting and the dream that is shared is now in self-indulged comfort. The other person precedes to back-lash out of anger. Not knowing what steps to take next. Have you ever seen a person frustrations turn into laser sharp focus on their lover making instant targets. We have crying, name calling and even viscous assaults at each other in a control for power.
I believe you can be protected by ministering your significant other through the power of god. In that sense you can sacrifice the will of your own to see the bigger picture. Which in-deed will broaden the communication skills that both you guys can have. I can re-phrase this by saying let your pride down just for love too be build on the forefront of what potential happiness shared by two can hold.
I often am at work for at-least forty plus hours. I do not have time to see my wife. I yearn for love and attention. I want all my family, even those that are not immediate to come on a shit talking diet. We enjoy what it means to have the simplicity of life at are finger tips. Let classic times roll and cold beers be crisp within our finger tips. I have time to even hear my kids in the other room having the time of their life. Nothing in life can’t take away from this happy bubble we live in. Accepting that life is not bad as it is. I see Betty shaking away too the classic Ninety R-N-B music we once all enjoyed. You ever seen Uncle Larry throw down a deadly ace while you have the other five at the table shocked in aw. I never want it too end. Then I get a call from my boss.
It is all business at this point. A lifeless jelly suit takes my emotional body by force. Instantly I go from this kind caring person, to an instantaneous jerk that hates all my co-workers. This ass-hat twenty-two year old I work with that seems like a snob runs me like a fuck buck. How in the world we let a Twenty-Two year old run a fifty-five year old wild. Welcome to america, the land of where a person can tell me what to do with a simple college degree while I still have to make time to get mine. As this little twenty-two year old is giving me command I go into a day dream. Thinking on the time I spent with my family that one afternoon. The kids smile on my faces when I bring them the nicest electronic devices life has to ever ask for. I instantly think on what my family means to me. Be an asshole….I do not need anyone in life except for the people around me. The people that love me make me feel complete and whole. Why do I need anybody when I have a community of different talented people that live with me in my house ? The ones that keep me happy. I do not have time for people extra bullshit and games. What is a statistic when the people that are in my house-hold beat the statistics with me. I uplifted my children from factors with-out even have to call for governmental assistance. More so like we did.
I think in my time as I gained wisdom walking on my feet, I realized family is the only thing that matters.
You ever seen a dope-fiend beg you for a dollar so they can get their next fix from the blow house. You ever seen a little girl mom become a call-girl so she can provide for her family. Life is viscous as it get from the jungle. I went to school everyday and got called ugly by my peers because I did not have the latest pair of gym-shoes at my disposal. I remember standing in line eating reduced lunch because I could not even afford the price of a full school lunch. Man oh man, I remember the days going to school felt like I was stimulating a penitentiary system. Growing up, I had to do things I did not want to do in-order to survive. I had to wear clothes I did not want to wear because it was affordable. When I was younger, all I ever wanted was a piece of the bigger pie. My dad was busy working at a factory all the way out in Detroit. We usually worked twelve hour days so he can provide food on the table. Then this man had child-support garnish his wages unfairly. Because the crazy woman he had dated from the projects way back in his younger days strikes with vengeance. She only let him see his kids on the weekend.
The heartbreak we felt as a family growing up was tough. The struggles I had to endure was tremendous. I never seen so much poverty in my life until I stayed in the ghetto. I was happy when the simple times rolled around and we get a chance to celebrate. In the name of Jesus I was grateful for Christmas. Each and every time Christmas rolled around and then my little shine on had passed. I real life thought selling dope was the answer for my selfish desires I wanted in life. The coolest kid in my class had all the best games at his finger tips. The respect had came on me when I had the new Bred 11’s people was throwing a rage about. Them shoes had all the girls stopping too stare at me for a couple seconds. Flushed in the face with dropped eyes. The bully that took my lunch money every noon even gave me some dap in the hall-way. Man oh man, them struggle days where something.
Now I can be the grown man I always wanted to be in life. I am now the calmest person ever when I work so hard and see my benefits multiply. I do not even need to have the fanciest shit ever in my life. I grew up not having it. I grew up not knowing what is to be spoiled. I swear I was like Rolf from Edd, Ed and Eddy. The man that grew up in ol country times, yet had to get it off the muscle.