One Try.
What inspired this blog was the fact
that I was wondering, “When the hell is that joint mixtape from Drake and Rick
Ross dropping?” Then I was like do the people who follow pop culture and are
sheep know the real meaning of YOLO? We
all know it means You Only Live Once, but let’s take a look at some scenarios of
YOLO misused shall we?
You shouldn’t use YOLO if you tryna
decide between copping a pair of Retro J’s or paying your light bill. I mean
think about it do you really wanna be sitting in the dark with some phresh
kicks on? Oh my bad you got a couple of burfday candles, one “lady and the tramp”
stick candle, and three glade joints, YOLO!!! Nigga’s, having romantic lit
rooms when the fam or his boys fall through…f*ck outta here! Tryna save face
only inviting the bad bitch you attracted with ya new J’s over in the day time.
“Um…why ain’t my phone charging?” “Awww girl, you know my outlets be trippin’,
YOLO”
Now you’re asking ya self, “I need
another situation where YOLO is used incorrectly.” I got you, fam.
Have you ever used YOLO as an excuse
to do hoodrat stuff with your friends, like the YOLO ambassador Latarian
Milton? You know the lil chubby 7 year old kid that took his people’s SUV out
for a spin and then a few weeks later whooped his G-Ma in the Walmart deli
cause she wouldn’t get him some yard bird, YOLO. So before you sit around on
some Dead Presidents plotting type sh*t on how to knock over ya local credit
union, think about ya leather cheerios’ virginity. No one likes rape and that’s
what happens in prison…rape, Tom Dubois was right. And you doing a 15 year bid
screaming YOLO in the showers and screaming YOLO while you share ya commissary
cookie with resident He-She named Twan. “I had to what I had to do to survive,
my nigga, YOLO!!!” I mean ask ya self, “Would I rather be judged by 12 or
carried by six?” If ya answer involved any variation of YOLO è“Shit, nigga, I’m down for anything!”
“LEGGO!” and the big one, “NIGGA, I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, LETS DO IT!!!” There’s
no hope for you, fam, bruh, dawg. Don’t use YOLO as an excuse for criminal
activity.
YOLO is bad for ya health if used in
the wrong context, besides rape and death by lethal injection or jail shanking…there’s
ya sexual health. YOLO can’t be an excuse for you not buying condoms and being
out here dicking down Keisha with the phat ass and collection of Jordan heels. “Shit,
this 12 pack of Magnums the same price of a value meal at BK…Im hungry, YOLO.”
Now ya belly full and Keisha got ya dick full of blisters. The gift that keeps
on giving, not love, but herpes. Nas warned you about “*** with the Iverson
jersey ***** **** with herpes”, but y’all weren’t listening, YOLO.
Ladies, YOLO isn’t an excuse for you
to run through lil crip crip and his crew…AT THE SAME DAMN TIME (turn the pitch
correction on I need to sound like Future)! You got a dick in ya puss, one in
ya mouth and both of ya hands cupping balls AT THE SAME DAMN TIME! Why? Cause
lil crip crip had that new peach ciroc and was rocking some retro J’s, but ya
phone couldn’t charge (see what I did there?), so you couldn’t call ya homegirl
to talk you outta the crip crip fuck fest. So the only thing popped in ya head
was, “You only live once that’s the motto, nigga, YOLO!” thanks to you only
listening to Power 106.9 who plays The Motto 12 times every hour. I know some ladies have that fantasy of taking
on multiple men and being pleasured for hours by them, but here’s the kicker:
none of them niggas in lil crip crip crew believe in rubbers, they’d rather
spend that magnum money on BK. So luckily you didn’t contract on STD, but now
you on Maury testing four niggas for the paternity of your K.I.D. YOLO. Lil
crip crip ain’t paying for no kids, boo thang.
You only live once means to seize
your life. A lot of the times we live for other people. Think about this: there
are a lot of people in the grave who spent their whole life working for someone
else’s dream (peep the mission statement next time you clock in at work)
instead of chasing their own. Now I’m not telling you to quit ya job just
because you’re not your own boss. You need to earn a living but make that money
work for you. Let that money fuel your dream, no matter how outlandish ya dream
may be go after it. Channel your inner child and use that childlike belief to
your advantage so that you will never lose sight of your dream. You’re never too old to be what you were meant
to be. YOLO. That’s the fucking motto.
Editor’s note: I “*” Ike cause that’s the name of
my brother from another, he need to ride on Nas for that disrespectful line or
sue for defamation of character. And I “*” light skin due to my allegiance to
the “Yella Nigga Coalition” we don’t slander our own, word to my freckles.
Follow me on twitter: @abeezy17,
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hash-tagging ya tweets with #BlackOmaha,
to let the twitterverse know that we exist!!! Salute with the right never with
the left when you see me! Let’s not disrespect the servicemen and servicewomen.
Salute!
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