No Secrets
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I have none.
Throughout the course of my existence, many always felt some type of way about my honesty. Or how I make it evidentially clear that I am who and what I claim to be. It’s so harsh... So abrasive... To admit everything I say I am.
I find it comically very interesting how loud the silence gets whenever I send a signal out to the world that demonstrates everything I ever said about myself. But during the time of me writing and making such statements, they bring my name up in private conversations, or talk shit about me. Not realizing that I’m actually doing the work while stating it. Goldfish brain shit.
Which is wild to me because I truly never gossip about anyone, even in private spaces. But, I’m always a hot topic, even after all this time being out of the way. Why is everyone so obsessed with me? (That’s a rhetorical question, btw.) And yet, all it takes is for me to post a few clips of a new visual of Esmy, of all things, moving about and it sends a quiet shockwave across the web. I get news of old peers I haven’t thought about in several years talking negatively about me, my site getting a massive surge of hits, aspiring creators getting active again making their art or whatever project they’ve been lazily sitting on, etcetera.
Can’t be labeled a “scammer” if it’s unanimously clear I’m the one that has been doing majority of this work all along, eh? I was just a marijuana-smoking “addict”, huh? A so-called womanizing “creep”, aye? Folks better worry about some of those artists out there who you know nothing about personally instead of lil’ ol’ non-secretive me. I allegedly got “cancelled” already, lmao.
Nothing escapes me. Everything said in private about me always comes back to me, in some shape or form. The 20+ year pattern recognition tells me everything I need to know. You’ll never know who is actually on my side out here that will gladly give me receipts and more ammunition to hold in the reserves. I know that terrifies a lot of unscrupulous artistic peers out there. Because they know I have no problem sharing tea, as I’m a very giving and thoughtful person. 💛
I simply suggest they mind their business and focus on themselves and their own work instead of worrying about me and whatever I’m doing.
But all I wanted to say is, that I deeply appreciate everyone for playing their part. Whether they’re one of the many quiet closeted haters and so-called “professionals” who are too much of a bitch to talk their shit to my face or the adoring, kindhearted and supportive fans who love and enjoy my work— I’m grateful for each and every single one of you.
Thanks for the validation. Thanks for the encouragement. Thanks for proving that I am exactly who I say I am.
Time for me to go full steam ahead again.
Hey Siri, play Let God Sort Em Out by Clipse and Nas.
“The rest of y’all on my six-year-ago shit...”
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