#MNR: ELEVATORS

MNR: Elevators

One for the money, yes um, two for the show. A couple of years ago on Headland & Delowe...

Special shout to my lil bro Darrell Peebles and his beautiful bride. They did the damn thing this past December. He’s a genuinely great individual. I missed the wedding, but I got you. You already. And Brandi and me gon hit VA sometime this year, Lord willing. We gon stop thru. Many blessings.

We are a full week into 2019...hmm...how many of youse have already scrapped a part or all of your New Year resolutions? Just asking for a friend. Personally, I’m not much for NY resolutions. It all sounds cute. But outside of improving and maintaining my health (I promised my baby a whole 40 after I petitioned the good Lord for another 40) and perpetually striving to better my relationship with Christ, I already know I’m pretty set in my ways. Moreover, I don’t keep a bushel of bad habits like I did when I was speeding through those 100 Blocks with nothing good on the intentions list. So, basically, I feel like NY resolutions are an effing waste of my time...I don’t wanna hear your drunken goals, while yet very achievable, remain virtually impossible because you refuse to put the leg work in. God empowers us to go outchea and get it. Miss me with your empty talk and subsequent disappointment. Show me you desire change. Positive change. Pray on it everyday. Implement a plan, then put a genuine foot forward. Follow with the other. There, see...you are now on your way. Win.

After a few months to let it really set in, long after the back and forth, don’t you agree that “Infrared” is even more phenomenal now than during the beef with Drizzy? Well, Kev Pua and I agree. But I know how hard y’all glaze Aubrey. I love him too. But a L is a damn L. So I don’t tap dance for the pilgrims and sing maame...

I know I’m showing my old age, but I really am looking forward to the Soul Train TV biopic. Other than 60 Minutes (and damn near The Simpsons, end of the day), Soul Train has been a part of my life from day one. And that’s despite the fact that ever since my third favorite rapper ever Cube said, “I'm the illest.
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius.
Can you feel this?” on Uncle Face’s “Hand of the Dead Body” off the #classicLP The Diary I hated DC. I didn’t even know why Cube said it at the time. It was my nigga Cube...so I was riding with the homie. So basically, fvck Don Cornelius it was. Later I found it was because DC hated on rap music every chance he could from day one, and didn’t hide it. Even when he was forced to let rappers rock on the Train, he hated. So fvck him. I hate when the old heads hate on the youngn’s. Especially when it’s so easy to uplift and promote those worthy. But anyway. I’m a since my day one Soul Train fan. I’m a have all my party favorites ready as I watch, tweet, and text my baby...at the same damn time. They said Don was a thorough nigga. Let’s see.

PSA: It’s 2019. If you’re a grown ass man and you’re still uncircumcised...get your shit cut. With your nasty ass.

For all you accomplished professionals and career overachievers of color, please never forget to treat all employees under your umbrella the same. Show the janitor the same love you show the CEO. Respect the secretaries the same way you do your collaborative coworker. I really have a problem with administrators walking by employees and giving selective “good morning” greetings. Especially after looking a subordinate dead in the face just before. Look. I decided to be a rebel to America long ago. And damn it, I was. Ion have to boost my own stats. Just ask anyone who knows me well enough to call me Nitty or Monday. They’ll tell you. But I’ll tell you this: I suffered for a long time because of my attitude and disposition. I know I was passed up for promotions and such. But that’s the pill I chose to swallow. I never compromised. So I paid the price. But one thing that was never in doubt is my acumen for my craft(s) or my knowledge in general. So bitch, don’t ignore me in those DM hallways and speak to my folk standing right beside me cuz I’m a tell you about yourself. Your title means little to nothing to me when you show no couth. We break before we bend. And we never break. And I ain’t been scared since 1995. So any power you possess is irrelevant to me. I’ll get another job. Refer to the aforementioned Pusha bar.

“I never stole a horse from someone I didn't like. Did I like him? Hell no; I loved the son of a bitch. You asked me if I have scars? Yessir, I have my scars.”

William H. Bonney (bka Billy the Kid) (old)
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In Search of Serendipity, my newest work of love poetry, has received rave reviews. No gas, no cap, I’m not faking. Y’all see how nice I am with this blog shit. My words connect like Lego. So you already know my pen is equally as swift with the prose. Check it out and see. Fifteen cash. If you disagree I’ll refund your ticket price. Psyche. There shall be not a damn refund. But I know you’ll love it. And it’s cool. Go on ‘head and steal a few lines to text your lady when she crosses your mind at work. She gon have that Kut Klose “I Like” playing when you pull up. All the thanks I need is naming your love child Ty. Male or female. Tye is acceptable for the baby girls. Time to shake a leg and get up in the wind, suga.

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