Emotional Junkie
When the holiday high doesn’t last as long as the come down.
Moving like a functioning addict. Dabbling in mastering a lifestyle of bad habits that put you in a good mood, even while you think of every way to ruin who you love and crawl back to what you lost - your mind. Mental for a god that influenzas the sin, turning your body against the love meant for you.
Confusion in your head runs like the vein you shot dead with arrogance, thinking you were too good to stop or too strong to get help.
Get it together, or your presents will come wrapped in regret. Enough to get your heart pumping fast again so you can track the pain, tell yourself change is pointless, and bleed from old mistakes just to prove it.
You remember when mom’s said, “baby chase your dreams”, but you boxed yourself in like people who function by chasing dead ends.
This is the time of year when cycles come back louder. When you think of who you might have been, what you could be, and why you’re facing another year of the same. How getting older is supposed to mean maturing. How it should mean getting and keeping love close instead of feeding the habits that keep you needy and lost.
Notes to Overcome the Holiday Blues
Pay attention to the parts of you that get loud this season.
The holidays press on the old bruises. They bring up thoughts you thought you outgrew. Don’t rush past them. Don’t silence them. Let them tell you where you still need care, discipline, or forgiveness. A father grows when he finally learns to hear himself clearly.
Stop gifting yourself sorrow you didn’t earn.
Some of us wrap sadness and pain in tradition and give it to ourselves like a family heirloom. You owe yourself a better type of loyalty. You don’t have to choose the pain you outgrew.
Keep love close enough to reach you.
We disappear when we hurt and call it strength. But isolation doesn’t heal fathers. Let the people who care get close. Receive the love that wants to stay. Let this season be the first where you don’t run from what’s trying to hold you up.
Music I’m Enjoying
Light Years by Nas and DJ Premier
Book I’m Reading
You Deserve to Be Rich by Rashad Bilal and Troy Millings
Dad Joke of the Week
Why did he love the holiday lights so much?
Because it was the only time something finished early, and nobody complained.
To all the fathers wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS My advice is simple:
Just don't pull out.
Philosophy Vs Hypocrisy
The Truth We Avoid
Most people love philosophy because it lets them sound wise. But real wisdom is measured in moments where your ego wants revenge, your pride wants to win, and your patience is strengthened by hurting people you don't belong with.
I’m a hypocrite every day I don’t set my frustrations aside and sit with my family and show they are the pride and joy of my life. I’m a hypocrite every time I give strangers my ear, my mind, and my patience to abuse until they are satisfied.
Look at: your moves and realize each one get's you close enough to forever.
Every word. Every reaction. Every moment you choose ego over letting go of things that don't matter, so you can sit alone and be right in your deceitful, angry thoughts.
That one extra smart-ass quip you just have to get off your chest, so people know you ain’t no punk. It's the reason your family moves like criminals around you.
Before your know-it-all attitude gets exposed, turn that “someday I will sit down and hear them out, or learn how to communicate with silence that doesn’t shut them out” into today.
The Behaviors That Break Us
We hide behind deep quotes. We cling to behaviors that cut the deepest ties to the people we swear we never wanted to lose. And we get mad when their imperfections don’t hide ours.
That is how a father’s empire collapses. Not from enemies. Not from strangers. But from distance inside the home.
We hate looking at how we actually behave. But we love saying how life should be as long as it feels worthy of attention. That’s the new currency.
One of the circles of life is: Your behavior reveals your intention, and your intention shapes your behavior. When you're a hypocrite, your family sees one version of you and feels another. Seeing may help them believe in the moment, but feeling guides the future.
You can’t hide what is right in front of your face unless everyone around you benefits from the facade. And the people who love you never benefit from your lies. They pay for them with life.
Philosophy is who you say you are. Hypocrisy is who you show you are.
The Lesson Every Father Learns Eventually
Philosophy without practice is entertainment. Hypocrisy without accountability is destruction. Fatherhood without self-examination and accountability ends families.
Your family sees the truth you avoid. Your kids feel the gaps you ignore. And your legacy is shaped by the behaviors you repeat, not the wisdom you quote.
Music I’m Enjoying
“?” — OutKast (from the Stankonia album)
Book I Recommend
“Letters to the Sons of Society” — Shaka Senghor
Dad Joke
Why do women love philosophers?
Because they always go deep.
Fatherhood Sign-Off
To all the fathers wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is: Just Don’t Pull Out!
See you next week, gentlemen. Keep building the version of yourself your family will always respect.
The Roles We Play
Truth: Every family carries scars, but the strongest men learn to stop bleeding on the people they love.
The Roles
Everybody's recovering from something. In every family you got killers, healers, survivors, dealers, victims, beaters, heroes, cheats, honest ones, thief addicts, part timers, and full. The sober ones know they play every role. Special memories make you revisit each one.
The Mirror
Feel the life of that old fool. Villian you play well enough for everyone to know. Trapped on moments of severe depression, regret, loss, shame, unsure if you want to break out and face another rebirth.
The Choice
Then you remember your kids dont care to know the monster you were. Retract your claws. Kiss instead of bite. Talk instead of bark, never tuck your tail tho, weak men don't farewell.
The Warning
The world can't afford more cowards.
Insight
Because who you were isn’t half as powerful as who your kids are watching you become.
Takeaway
Every role you’ve ever played becomes fuel or poison. Choose the fuel.
Reflection Question
Which version of yourself are you teaching your kids to remember?
Music I’m Enjoying
Dom Kennedy (The Original Dom Kenney)
Books I’m Listening To
Jonathan Livingston-Seagull (narrated by Richard Harris)
Dad Joke
What does a man want his lady's favorite breakfast to be?
Hot dog and beans.
To all the Fathers wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is simple: “Just don’t pull out.”
FAT CHANCE (Pt 2 Holiday Prep)
For the heavy bellies, the big dudes, the big men who think they’re in shape but sweat at the thought or the act of a simple friendly conversation. WTF is that about?
Pores and bones screaming for less meat and more fruit. Bodies begging for mercy while pride tells them they’re still “built.”
And why do adults keep calling you Big Man like it’s a compliment? I bet they don’t want to be called Little Man, Skinny Guy, Stick Man, or Short Man
It's ridiculous how “Big” is supposed to sound like respect, when half the time it’s just code for “You’re way past your fighting weight.” Or worse, "Sexy Weight"
Ok. Ok. Now don't go eating your emotions. Remembering when you felt like stuffing your face until sick was the only time you were listened to.
Here’s the truth: your health and longevity should be the biggest thing about you. Not your waistline. Not your plates. Not your ego.
It also helps when your bank account is big too!
To conclude this big rant, eat smaller meals. Expand your palate to healthier foods. Add some color to your plate that didn’t come from barbecue sauce.
Because your life is a big deal.
Bigger than your appetite. Bigger than your excuses. And with the holidays around the corner, you’ll need that reminder before another season of “King’s Disease” hits, where the crown comes with high cholesterol and the throne comes with gout.
Take care of your temple, Big Man. Because being alive to tell your story is the real flex.
This season, trade the extra serving for an extra breath. Trad the second plate for a second chance to live. That’s the kind of wealth that never fades.
Music I Recommend
MAFIA CAFE, by jason Martin, Mike & Keys (Album)
Book I Recommend
(I'm still reading)-Dark Sons by Nikki Grimes
Dad Joke
"When two people have sex, it's a twosome. When three people have sex, it's threesome.
Now I know why people call you handsome."
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
FAT CHANCE
Comparison is the killer of confidence.
So now that Halloween has your family in recovery mode, don’t compare last week’s pre-candy body weight to today’s. Your midsection might look middle-aged for the next few days or however long it takes for your body to flush out the regret and get back to looking in the mirror with the lights on… and both eyes open.
Let it go. You didn’t fail your fitness goals. You just celebrated survival, one Butterfinger, Reese’s Cup, Baby Ruth, Snickers, and Peanut M&M at a time.
And maybe, just maybe, this is also a time to be a kid again. Especially with the one who wishes his dad remembered what it felt like to be anxious, confused, and misunderstood.
That’s a weight fathers know too well, the emotional kind. The kind that doesn’t go away with cardio. So, lighten up.
Laugh when your kid is candy-wasted and needs more sugar just to make the hangover feel less fatal.
Because every time you try to be perfect, your kid learns to fear their own flaws. But every time you show your own, full, and still trying-they learn what love actually looks like.
Music I Recommend
DJ Premier & Ransom- The Reinvention full album
Book I Recommend
(I'm still reading)-Dark Sons by Nikki Grimes
Dad Joke
Why can’t you hear rabbits making love? Because they have cotton balls.
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
Bad Mood. Questionable Conversations.
My son was stressing about going to his 8th grade school dance and kept saying, “I don’t really want to go, but my friends, mainly his best friend, want me to.” I kept telling him, “You don’t have to go, kiddo, you’ll still be friends after.”
After a few minutes, all I heard were those same few annoying words repeated, like a song that was getting on my nerves, from him and from myself.
Then I snapped like my brain was injured. I opened my mouth, and what almost came out was, “Are you his bitch? Because that’s how you’re acting.”
But I was trying not to hurt him or be a piece of shit dad who scars his kids with the same shitty attitude that once kept me from leading a filthy life.
I wiped the thought and said instead, “Is he your keeper? You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”
My son looked at me like he was trying to figure out which one of us was hurt, or suffering from brain rot, as the kids say. His eyes told me, That’s not what a dad who’s not trying to hurt me says.
We went in the house, shared a cookie, and I put my arm around him. I apologized for talking to him rude.
I told him I just wanted him to realize it was his choice and nobody else’s.
He decided to go.
After he showered and was fresh and clean, more from the shit I threw at him than the fun times he tries not to have at school, with all the mass anxiety and post-COVID suffering of the alpha, beta, sigma bros, he put on his cologne.
He looked at me crazy when I told him to rub some on his thighs, nuts, and butt. This is where my son leaned into his favorite joke.
He said, “I know what these conversations are about!”
Me and my wife asked, “What?”
My son said, “These nuts.”
My wife asked, “Why are you telling him that?”
I said, “Because no man wants to smell nuts just like no girl wants a smelly vagina.”
She said, “It’s an 8th grade dance.”
I said, “These are moves and lessons he will need for the rest of his life. Because as soon as he smells funk stronger than an enjoyable scent, he better move like his life depends on it.”
Music I Recommend
Big K.R.I.T. Gotta Do It
Book I Recommend
Dark Sons by Nikki Grimes
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
House of Blues: When Love turns into War
The trap house isn’t only filled with drugs. Sometimes it’s a “loving” home divided by silence and scorn.
The weight is heavy - swallowing the virtues of a relationship whole. Excitement cums from inciting arguments, when truth separates instead of motivates.
You’ve seen it. A marriage that feels like a war zone. Her smile fades. Her touch cools. Scorn becomes the only language spoken at home.
Warmth shifts to cold shoulders. You climb into bed, and she rolls over. Kids watch from the sidelines - victims trapped between crossfire, already preparing to side with their mother, right or wrong.
The man? He adopts silence, trying to absorb every wound.
But she keeps it moving. Not toward healing. Not toward him. Toward a work life she secretly adores because the man at home ain't doing it for her.
The Experiment Idea
Not all traps are made of drugs and steel bars. Some are made of resentment, silence, and the refusal to face truth. Neglect erodes a home the way addiction eats a body.
The Reflection
Where in your home has truth stopped motivating -and started dividing?
What unspoken truth, if spoken now, could save your house later?
The Experiment
This week, test your house for cracks:
Check Your Tone. Are you speaking to connect or to wound?
Break the Silence. Say what’s been swallowed. Truth delayed becomes poison.
Reset Together. Close one moment of distance with presence -eye contact, gratitude, or prayer.
Catch the Scorn. Notice when sarcasm, silence, or coldness steps in.
Name the Need. Don’t accuse, express. (“I feel shut out when…” or “I need more of…”)
Reset the Tone. End the moment with connection, a touch, a thank you, a memory worth holding.
As fathers, we don’t just raise kids. We raise the atmosphere they call home
Music I Recommend
DJ Premier & Ransom "Amazing Graces
Jason Martin, Mike & Keys "A Hit Dog Gon Holla
Book I Recommend
Dark Sons by Nikki Grimes
Dad Joke
Why do I call my wife “Wi-Fi”?Because her face, her eyes, and that ass got me feeling fully connected.
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
L’s
Image from Pin on Illustrations
Let’s be honest-most of us are chasing something that sparkles. We fall for shiny words, smooth lips, and temporary highs from drugs, sexy scents and hips.
But here’s the thing: too many of those lips are selling something, that'll have the family walls coming down, exposing the funk and filth. They’ll tell you what you want to hear, not what you need to face. They profit when you’re lost.
And every time you ignore that quiet gut feeling, the one whispering “this ain’t it”-you trade peace for performance. You trade time for tension.
Then anger creeps in. You get ticked off at the smallest things because deep down, you know your time’s being wasted. Then you’re off your path.
So, before your emotions start making you act like you're driving to end what you need because your emotions steering to what you want, slow down. Talk it out. Be real with yourself before you’re hooked on a life seduced by struggle.
Because yeah, lust feels like luxury. But love and laughter? That’s home.
And home is where the good life actually lives.
Music I'm Enjoying
Jason Martin (A Hit Dog Gon Holla)
Book I'm still Reading
The Courage To Be Disliked (by by Fumitake Koga and Ichiro Kishimi)
Dad Joke
Why don’t oysters donate to charity?
Because they’re shellfish… and they only come out of their shell after a few drinks.
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
Ready To Hear It All
Whatever your family wants to say, be the ear they don’t have to pull. Raise your attention when you see them drawn to filth-language, girlfriends, boyfriends, movies, music, video games, and influencers.
They will find reasons to believe their fathers don’t want to make time. They don’t see you waiting for them to be ready. They don’t see you fighting your own fatigue when you try to start a conversation one moment, and they’re gone the next.
You don’t have time to get tired. You need to have the energy to be all right when you hear all the wrong you’re doing.
Express yourself like you have terrets and be ready to feel and hear all that comes next.
Music I'm Enjoying
Mobb Deep (Against The World)
Book I'm still Reading
The Courage To Be Disliked (by by Fumitake Koga and Ichiro Kishimi)
Dad Joke
How do you cheer up a person who is upset their grandfather is addicted to Viagra?
Nobody is taking it harder than Grandma! (joke from yeahmadtv)
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
Strength Without Cruelty
Everybody's recovering from something. In every family you got killers, healers, survivors, dealers, victims, beaters, heroes, cheats, honest ones, thieves, addicts, part-timers, and full-timers.
The sober ones who know they play every role. Special memories make you revisit each one.
Feel the life of that old fool, villain you play well enough for everyone to know. Trapped in moments of severe depression, regret, loss, shame-unsure if you want to break out and face another rebirth.
Then you remember your kids don’t care to know the monster you were.
Retract your claws. Kiss instead of bite. Talk instead of bark. Never tuck your tail tho; weak men don’t fare well.
The world can’t afford more cowards. Or Heroes dying for things that aren't worth it.
The Argument You’ll Never Win
Any of them.
Arguments are battles you swear you’ve won but always lose.
Grown men shouldn’t argue. Because grown men don’t argue into peace. We argue ourselves into rage. We don’t settle down through words thrown like fists; we escalate. Anger. Madness. Violence.
And the truth is, men don’t fight. Men kill. So why pretend that arguing is anything less than a slow bleed-out?
Arguments thrill fools. They’re a broke man’s favorite deal. Cheap power, expensive consequences.
Do you remember your favorite argument?
The one that ended the way you dreamed it:
where you walked away stronger,
where your relationship deepened,
where you got the apology you deserved,
where the loser felt respected instead of crushed.
Do you remember that?
Men skip arguments. Not out of fear, but out of mastery. We know how fast life can be taken, and how fast it can fall apart.
Peace is not won by proving points, it’s won by protecting your presence.
Rules of engagement for argument and conflict resolution:
Jay-Z said "A wise man doesn't argue with a fool, because bystanders won't know who's who.
Stop talking, breathe deep and think do I want to become the person I'm arguing with!
What argument are you still holding onto that cost you peace?
To All the Father's wondering "HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS"
My advice is, Just Don't Pull Out!
Pretending Not To Notice
The Cost of Misplaced Attention
Intrusions
Let them creep in-feelings, visions, desires to intrude. They interrupt what makes you unusual.
Loyal, honest to a fault. Now lies are jokes, and your partner feels strange when she mirrors the fake, chaotic world around you. Smiles rotted stuck from doing dirt, and deeds that don't include self-love.
Disasters
Thoughts loop like chaos in a “final destination” scenario. Neglect and society pressures twist our children into someone else.
Media shapes common slaves, all fighting to hold a place in a world that encourages desperation. You hide. You feel alone. Embarrassed to be seen outside the hate you live on. So, you miss hugging your children. You can’t feel joy in a smile. You can’t even love who shares your bed.
What made you so hurt?
If you feel weak using that word, now you know why hate makes people feel superior. Giving desire to end things that matter holds the life of your attention. And you act like all the hurt people and do all the hateful things we dare not mention.
Observe
Be careful how you walk through your day. The time is always the same. It’s just the behavior that changes.
Connection
Be observant in another's space. Read the lines on faces. They lead to depths where emotions are punished by selfish acts hoping for rewards you no longer feel worthy of.
Cycles
Some of us escape to move forward after loss, an excuse to hold love hostage, saying: “If you leave, you never loved me.” We attend to distractions, bottles, and routines that keep our world from breaking. It’s all that feels possible when scary dreams are lived publicly.
Neglect
You struggle to show up when it matters. That burning feeling in your stomach, like you've been poisoned. Food for thought, negativity and neglect starve what makes family special. Get your energy up. I never heard of anyone too tired to fuck up love until they're too old to give some.
Don't wait until your family's too tired of your old habits.
Is there such a thing as a healthy deficit of love?
Regret & Lost Time
Think about the ones who got away. Missing moments that matter instead of scattering energy on breasts, to avoid making more bastards.
Treat spending time as the benefit. It's the priceless insurance that pays lifetimes after you're missed. And along with a legacy of knowledge, wisdom and riches, good memories are a father's greatest gift.
Music I'm Enjoying
Ghostface Killah (his new album Supreme Clientele 2)
Book I'm still Reading
Tubal-Cain (The Ancient Masonic Blacksmith God)
Dad Joke
Did you butt dial me? I swear your booty is calling me.
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
ON MY BLOCK
Stand firm to give yourself the best chance. Tall as the weeds, showing your home needs attention. That's what I will always try to give. Ain’t no handouts in this world. You're crippled if you're not useful. That's something men can never get used to.
Even when I'm angry, I won't subtract our years, spinning us in circles until my resolve hurts you.
And me. I'm strong enough to admit I'm scared. You reject my simple “be better” advice for a teeth-and-bone colliding with knuckle truth, knocking heads until they're hard enough to hope and pray for damage.
I'm a dreamer, lazy with ambition, like a youth who's hungry but sees imperfect help as negative. When I show positive is real, you dissect how I live.
I'm not always happy. The thought escaped me most of my life. Sometimes I'm at peace because I kept you from the streets.
My nightmare is seeing you stuck in front of the drug you've been attached to since a child-showing comedic pain for you to repeat. Then I remember things I hope you never will experience. The hills of powder I thought was sugar that ran through a gang of elders, parents, and relatives.
I listen to old music they used for a guide. They never escaped the MAZE and couldn't hold onto happy feelings escaping reality brought. My heart skips in shock at how close death feels, and I get energized because I don't want to run out of time.
You gotta live on. Build something new. Success is always close. I desire it, carry it, and help you find and hold more love than a busy father has in his last kiss, smile, or hug..
Music I'm Enjoying
Scarface (The Legendary Rapper)
Book I'm still Reading
Tubal-Cain (The Ancient Masonic Blacksmith God)
Dad Joke
Why did the snowman suddenly smile? He could see the snowblower coming.
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
Baddie Energy
Art from Pinterest
Find a woman who separates you from dark spirits.
A woman who prays over you, whether out loud or in her mind. Her acts uplift when you want to end it. All for creating a kind, loving life out of the ingredients you provide. Damaged, raw, ripe, even what you thought was ruined.
On dope nights, bodies and temperatures rise from heightened senses that make her uncommon and part of every man's wish. She likes to dance. Just a little tipsy, hips swaying, so when she stumbles into your arms on purpose, she fits you into her sacred spaces...
Perfect.
She makes you think about Barry Bonds, how she juiced your bat and busted your balls. Teaching you to knock it out the park. She likes it rough, hard and comes at the perfect time.
Long hair, thick thighs, green eyes. From the state exotic trees kiss heaven. She makes you think about planning forever.
Even when there’s smoke her air helps you see and think clear.
Body built like she's designed to sculpt and handle the heavy seriousness of a man's world. She knows a real woman’s thought and touch makes it all worth living in.
Her energy is contagious. A realistic optimist with a thousand-yard stare, to see and dead the nonsense. Real and soft in all the places her man likes.
Solid in ways that keep family and love strong and stay on your mind all-life-long.
Lips that quench. Sweet like pineapple juice. Makes you thirsty for nature’s sweetest fruit.
Dedicated to My Wife
To all the Father's wondering "How The Fuck Do I Do This?"
My advice is Just Don't Pull Out!
Broke’N’ Trying to Shine
Image from Pinterest Pin on mono colour art
Where’s true power? In trauma, karma, present thoughts or feelings strong enough to overcome it all? Belief in a lie strong enough to seal fate like a coffin?
Sometimes you can’t tell if your luck’s running good or bad.
Ever feel your mind racing, heart pounding like danger’s sneaking up behind you? My Auntie once told me, “Remember who you never wanted to be.”
Being a good man is a prize-but you can’t be broke and a luxury at the same time.
For the laymen-always busy, hardworking, sacrificing. While your family zones-out with their favorite fun things or work without you in mind. Oblivious until they need something, then you have to stop what you're doing like you're committing a crime.
That means, being a good, trying man never feels like enough when you’re financially struggling.
When’s the last time your family stopped their distractions, focused on you, and asked: How are you doing? How was your day? What’s going on with you? Is there anything you need?
Or gave a little extra attention, even if it seemed annoying. Used some of their precious free time to breathe with you, reveal scars and help heal wounds.
It’s hard to see clearly when love don’t love here. Only smiling for the children. Speaking like the ratchets because they make drama attractive.
There’s a reason they’re alone.
Therapy is being honest. It’s learning not to hurt the one you want to get even with. It’s explaining your pain with a gangster’s kindness.
It always takes two. That means putting ego aside and coming together. Understanding that you are both, and at certain times, need to be individuals.
No one achieves personal success without the discipline and habit of healthy selfishness.
Unhealthy selfishness is knowing your needs aren’t being met and “stonewalling” someone until they fall apart. That'll make them jump into someone else’s arms, push you off, or both
In a relationship, you learn to know each other deeply. But you’ll always know yourself better.
Don’t allow lazy comfort to stop you from knowing and growing yourself and your relationship.
Music I'm Enjoying
Let God Sort Em Out (by Clipse)
Book I'm Reading
Tubal-Cain (The Ancient Masonic Blacksmith God)
Dad Joke
What type of deaf & blind person doesn't consider themselves disabled. Someone in love trying to see what it do! (Inspired by Tyler The Creator)
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
On This Day
You'll wonder if you made the right choices because needs, requirements, blame, and responsibility last longer than your worst memory. You will be addicted to many things, the most important is getting better for the lives in your hands.
You'll wonder if your relationship is going under, knowing every woman is "a ho for someone." If yours isn't for you, the love and attraction is lost and gone. It's your fault, but not your choice. That doesn't matter to those involved; only your response does.
You'll understand being a man is masculine, and those who think differently envy your dick. "Culturally inappropriate" means you have appropriate sense to avoid trends. They keep people from being original and pretend to care about everything.
Living in peace will feel like a stretch, long as your erection. Everybody wants extra, cuz they forget real satisfaction doesn't require attention but swear being a fucking problem is real affection.
You'll get a whiff that will make your stomach turn oil. You'll want to spit rage, but you keep composed so the children don't get burned.
The father is a protector, overlooked as a hero.
You'll be asked and expected to help, and seen as needy and weak when you ask for yourself.
You'll see influence taken from those who can't keep a family or love satisfied. A community of lonely hearts guided by lies, "free spirits" portray as true. They'll say being alone is liberating and God's way to survive.
Ghosting is death to your present, not revenge on love you regret.
Music I'm Enjoying
A.O.N. 3: DESPITE MY MISTAKES by Lloyd Banks
Book I'm Reading
My Own
Book I'm Studying/Revisiting
My Own
Dad Joke
Why can't miss piggy count to 70?
At 69 she gets a frog in her throat.
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!"
Ups & Downs
Art by Instagram Digital Artist Taudalpoi
The pain of when you see it slipping, and you hold on by fighting yourself to let go. It's easy to get into some shit. Just go a few days without cleaning your damage.
Never regret how you were raised.
I'm from the ghetto. It made me rich and wise. The poor learn early and lasting lessons to build their God strength. Weak men use it like a switch to beat themselves with excuses, holding rank among men who love running the trap.
She used to laugh at the dumb jokes. Now she looks at you with disgust, like you're stupid and ruined her luck with men whose best offer is lust. That means you ain't aging well. Sick as a bad mind, morals, and sex that smells like oil instead of water, ruining your desire.
Once woke you up with the bob and weave. Bodies hit the mat, soon as she wrapped you with her hands and lips. Pulling you down between welcoming hips, keeping you up to speed, and draining youth every time you drop your seed.
That pressure weighs a ton, more than the weight of a parent's bod. Stress from overtime makes you feel like regular hours and relaxing with family is a crime. When reality becomes a distraction and anger is the escape that keeps your attraction.
Up every morning, balancing morals, to see which is gonna pay more: honesty or thievery.
Truth comes with lies.
Life is a business of inches, measuring whose pain you're willing to deal with.
Music I'm Enjoying
Scarface
Books I'm Reading (The Holy Ones)
From Niggaz to Gods.
Dad Joke
How do you know if your lady is turning into a NUN?
Nun today. Nun tonight. Nun tomorrow. Nun for a while.
To all the Father's wondering... "HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?"
My advice is "Just don't pull out!
Raw Dog
Image from Pinterest image inspiration on Designspiration
We all have a set of tools to push and craft an admirable life to be left over after we pass.
Here... Now... looking at legs you want to get between, is when you will feel the most young and carefree. The way life is supposed to be.
Growing into an elder state where you have control and become disciplined to let your one and only snatch your soul.
Establish an understanding of self. Know who and what you can't be around.
My version of can't means you refuse to be mis-led by temptation, swayed by the waist of being in love with simple shit like fucking up your life thinking with your dick.
Relationships are fucked now a days because your love comes more for words from a stranger's influence. Instead of thinking for themselves or together with the one they claim to want to be with, they're stripped of intelligence.
Spending more building relationships with strangers than keeping the interest in their foundation relevant. Old conversation, old sex, dead from boredom you chose not to fix.
Then you pretend to be shocked when the relationship is over. Nobody admits they ignored the danger.
In world full of enticing choices, there's only one answer that works.
To all the Father's wondering "HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS!" My advice is Just Don't Pull Out.
IDENTITY
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I didn’t grow up with anyone who had a father in their home. The males who showed spirit were monsters of abuse.
When you see the worst of someone, at times you want to prove there's something better. You also learn what men and women are capable of: how to bend them to your will, and what they are willing to give and accept.
Fathers have to be active. You represent an example of everything your children strive for or avoid.
Men think they are the gods who create life, so you must have the consciousness to walk a path that builds and strengthens your purpose, intelligence, and bank account, more than your body count. Loose women cost you everything. Their only stable benefit is changing their mind to get ahead. And all it does is drain you.
What Being a Father Truly Means
They say any man can get some pussy and make a life. Being a father is more than just a title. It's a commandment. It's a dedication to raise a world that turns struggles into blessings and grows during life's normal and disturbing turns.
It means being able to provide safety, love, communication, awareness, acceptance, love, pain, loyalty, honesty, riches, wealth, health, and a place to listen.
Building minds that will last.
And... Providing a calm love that doesn’t need performance.
Values, Strength & Foundation
When we choose to be thoughtful fathers, we choose the values we want to embody. Your reactions should strengthen your family's character, not make them regret they involved you or showed proof of struggle.
Fatherhood can feel like you're going through puberty every night, overcoming the stresses we carry home, cracking the foundation we work hard to build. Stand firm. Be your own master.
Following the trend of influence will make you live the blues. That ain't the peace a man closes his eyes and hopes for. A man without a mind and discipline of his own won't be able to stand on his, and his family will fall for anything. We are presented with an overwhelming amount of goals to chase: bodies and bank accounts to copy.
Now I see why modest grandmothers were the original wonder women. Why men want homemakers, to raise good humans. Sadly, now, fucking reckless makes you popular and is somehow the definition of what a strong woman ought to be.
I was raised that a woman who was easy to pop meant she was never the one to be with. Her mind contains the secrets of a fallen demon, tricking you to believe she is heaven's lost secret.
A woman with a lot of bodies is like sleeping with a corpse; her bedroom is a morgue. Styles she laid to rest to style the man who will be laid next. Bodies and minds change. When you transition from absent to paying attention, it always feels too late. You lose sight of reasons for mistakes and own excuses instead of responsibility.
Listen and observe the identity shift in your woman. When her focus turns to interaction with objects she should use when alone, it’s time to change or move on.
Keep your lust locked on the one you're with. It will feel impossible when focus shifts to the children because you forget the baby you chose to create with.
Music I'm Enjoying
Kipp Stone
Books I'm Reading (The Holy Ones)
From Niggaz to Gods.
Dad Joke
What has two butts and kills people? An assassin!
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!
Strictly for Livemen
I used to say karma was for weak men who were Afraid to do what was necessary.
That was when I started crossing gods line. And why I believe children shouldn't be conceived by certain men. Human animals stay hungry for the good, bad, strong and weak. Nourishment for the ego. Too much beef makes you undesirable and unhealthy.
Pick the right fight.
When your soreness ends and bruises heal, you'll feel light as forgiveness.
Turn away from dark roads of lies. With dull hot lights. Covered in slick talk, exotic as an empty city street. The ones that look like a painting and feel like the night of all nights, when you were lonely, in love, lost, and creeping for a different life, when the gates opened to what you were searching for.
You can't turn back Karma.
You can turn away from breaking lives and love apart.
Father's!
Have a heart that keeps you good in this and the afterlife
Music I'm Enjoying
Buju Banton
Books I'm Reading (The Holy Ones)
The Holy Quran
&
The Holy Bible.
Dad Joke
It's okay if your phone autocorrects "fuck to duck". You're still using fowl language.
To all the Father's wondering HOW THE FUCK DO I DO THIS?
My advice is "Just don't pull out!