OT - That's what "friends" aren't for...

Ayy yo,

Like the old saying goes, "You can't chose your family, but you can dayum sure choose your friends."  Today's sermon, Cheerin, is about those two-faced, lyin' sacks o' ****s, that will have you all spun around chasing your tail for no good reason whatsoever if you trust their judgement.  Ya know who I'm talking about, the mofos that will "yes" you to frigggin' death, just to watch you make a total azz of yourself later; the kinda ninjas that will gas you up ever so much and then have you feeling like you're on top of the entire world only to watch you fall flat on your face from a similar height so that they can do a great big belly laugh at your expense - whether behind your back or directly to your face.  I hate that kinda ****  However, these same special jack-azzes will run to you with the saddest of puppy-dog expressions and genuine heartfelt sincerity when they want YOU to "play nice" when THEY need a spoonful of "keeping it real."  Yeah, unfortunately for us we call these sunz a' *****ez our friends.  Why do we let our "friends" do us like this?  Is there a special kind of litmus test that we need to use in order to seperate our real friends from our fake ones?  And once we've established just who are our fake friends are do we cut them the off?  I'm intrigued, holla atcha boy. 

I got to the point where I don't need anything negative in my life I cut them off in a minute and let them know why.

I hear ya, Bruh. 

It still amazes me though how we even let these fools into our lives in the first place.  I mean the signs are all there saying, "Stay away from these clowns!!!" in big bold clues but we don't listen to that do we?.  We just keep on taking their crap until we become and/or  .

Living in Atlanta for 15 years I have clam down a little but the projects of Newark still comes out sometimes, so its better if I cut them off before I cut them up.

Word, Homie!  You know I know how that goes. 

I hear that the ATL is pretty chill, but I can't get with all that traffic, Money.  Twelve lanes of highway and every one of them are bumper to bumper.  Sheesh.  That right there will make we wanna flip da fugg out and start slasin folks.

Whooooooossssaaaaaaaa!

Let it out!  Now...feel better!

Cut em off, be done with em, you will feel so much better! 

Yeah, you're absolutely right. 

But I wonder what takes us so long to realize that these azz-monkeys don't really have our best interest at heart?  Can anybody pull my coat on that one? 

Good morning DOUBLE AYY!!!!!!!!  At this point in my life. I have cut all the negative, so called friends loose. I now surround myself with positive people. I have no time for back stabers, bull ****ers, losers, or whatever you want to call them.

See that's just it...  Those A$$-Clowns still want you to call them...  regardless of how negative those Bamas can be.  All that talking behind your back like we're still little kids on the playground is tiresome and CAN get you sliced the fugg up if you ain't careful.


I've said too much already, but I'm just sayin...