From My SoapBox...: Stacey vs Lil Flip /Watch What You Say To Me

You know, I really try hard to keep my cool and be a good person. It actually takes quite a bit to push me over my limit and take me out of my normal laid back, intelligent, logical character. HOWEVER, every now and then you have folks who want to habitually line step and test your gangsta. I usually can ignore it, but it’s happened a few times now so I feel the need to address it and break it down this ONE time and ONE time only, so that it will forever and consistently be broke (shout out to that Love Jones quote😉).

So for those that don’t know, T.I. is one of my all-time favorite rappers. I like his flow, his swag, his lyrics, and his versatility. Well back in 2007 he put out one my favorite albums of his – T.I. vs T.I.P. This was basically an album of his two personas battling it out, and that joint had a lot of bangas (including the song in the title of this post). I can relate greatly to not only the title of the album but also the song because folks tend to forget that people have different sides that can be triggered or tapped into in the right situations, and seem to act surprised when a person’s reaction is not what they are used to. For T.I. his rough persona is T.I.P – for me it’s Lil Flip. Most folks haven’t seen her, cause I keep her under wraps due to my genuinely sweet and kind nature. Nevertheless, be clear, just because I DO NOT pop off all the time, doesn’t mean I CAN’T or I WON’T. I don’t really do drama so keeping the peace is a choice. Now, if people want the drama, they can get it, and I don’t know if they gone like it when they do. They probably won’t like this, cause Lil Flip is the author of this blog.

Now I have mentioned before, how writing is my therapy to help me deal with emotions and situations, and how music helps to soothe and calm me as well as help express my feelings. I use this blog to help purge and contemplate things versus holding everything in (which could be dangerous on many fronts). Yet somehow, we got folks who either don’t fully read or comprehend well, who feel like they have the right to try and tell me when, how and what to feel and/or write in MY own motherf**king blog, because of how it makes THEM feel (hit dogs will holler), as if they have the right or dare I say level of priority in my life to do so. Let me say this – everyone who gets an email notification or happens upon or subscribes to my blog has the choice that God gave everyone to read it or not. No one is forcing anyone to read it, it’s not life or death, hell, nobody could be reading it and it could just be for my own growth. I have tried my level best not to mention any names in my blogs unless it’s about something good because I actually care about keeping certain things on the low and to protect those that may have done things that have caused me to write, from the disdain of others. Yes, I have cared enough to block people who have hurt or disappointed me from being directly addressed and talked about. I’m starting to think I should have just said F it and started calling folks out. Then I realize that is not in my normal nature – lucky me.

So there is no confusion- let me say how this is going to go down. What you NOT gone do, is tell me what/how to feel about past or present situations. What you NOT gone do, is tell me what to write or not write about in my own damn blog. What you NOT gone do, is project your guilty ass conscience on me because you feel like you see yourself in the bullshit I’m talking about, even if it’s not directly about you (and even if it is about you, it ain’t a lie). What you NOT gone do is try to make me feel bad for actually taking a step in my healing because you won’t. What you NOT gone do is try and slow down my personal internal progress and/or try to ruin my day with some B.S. that may or may not have anything to do with me. PERIOD.

So, if you are one to be all in your sensitive ass feelings and be so narcissistic that you think everything that I write is about you – get the fuck on. If you think you gonna tell me what words or names or thoughts I can or can’t use in MY BLOG, get the fuck on. If you don’t know how to communicate well and ask questions about things you may not be sure about (and I have the right not to answer them) and assume things and wanna pop of every other minute, get the fuck on. If you have issues that you haven’t dealt with or that other people have put you through and you try and project them on to me for no good reason, GET. 👏THEE.👏 FUCK.👏 ON. I ain’t gone cry about it, and I’m also not going to take any more of the nonsense.