Being Good

For years, I played myself—tryna be the nice guy. Thought that was the move. Thought that’s what made you solid. But nah, that wasn’t on me. That’s how I was brought up. See, as kids, we get fed this dream—be good, be kind, be polite. I get it, our parents meant well. But let’s keep it real: good intentions don’t always mean good results.

Here’s the truth nobody tells you—being good ain’t enough. If all you got is goodness, life gon’ chew you up and spit you out. You need balance. Gotta keep a little “F you” in the back pocket. Sometimes, you gotta be like a cab driver—tell folks where to get off.

Let people know: you ain’t soft. You got layers. You got edge. If all you ever do is be the nice one? You’re signing up for heartbreak, broke days, and sleepless nights. That’s facts.

See, humans—we ain’t as evolved as we think. Still got that beast in us. Still got that survival mode. A wolf don’t care how pure a chicken is—white feathers or not, when the wolf’s done, those feathers turn red.

That’s the world. Wolves and chickens. And just ‘cause you raise your kids to be chickens don’t mean the wolves ain’t out there.

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