The Stress (99 Problems)

This is your Blogmaster The Hustleman, AKA James W.D., AKA Shai hitting you all off with a quick post for this week. Sorry, haven’t been inspired to write lately. Not sure why… well that’s not true. This has been a looong week for me. Business was slow, old customers checking in which was cool, a few of them I haven’t seen in awhile. Even a couple others I haven’t seen in years.

One of my ex-girls has her share of drama going on, which kind of becomes my drama because I do care about her so I try to have her back. But then I realize I may just be more of an interference than a help. So I decided to step off and let her do her, feel me? Makes me feel like shit for trying to care.

I have haters in my face constantly, most of them smiling and trying to chat it up with me, but I can see something behind their fake ass grin. I guess they’re thinking, “Damn, is he ever gonna fall off?” My response would be, “No!”

I mean damn! I collect haters (it let’s me know I’m making progress), but work with me ya’ll. Hate me from a distance. I hate snakes. But it’s cool, I can keep a close eye on you all.

My plans for the M2 project are completely off track. A little frustrating but I can’t let that stop me from pushing forward. Gotta keep it moving, always.

I have females in my ear all wanting something. Time, attention, probably some dick but I can’t give it to them, sorry. Unless you’re helping me to build my empire do what I want the haters to do… keep your distance. Is it just me or do I always seem to run into selfish females? Yeah I Hustle, but things do get rough from time to time. Are you REALLY going to be there when that happens? That Fam, is the million dollar question. Because when things get rough for you, best accept the fact I’ll be there. I’m all about giving and receiving, but if you’re just taking then you can take yourself somewhere else. Kick rocks.

I have cops scoping me with hard-on’s; they want to fuck me. Why? Because I’m not in line with their system? Eh… whatever. You got killers, rapists, pedophiles, drug dealers and all that shit going on but yet you want to fuck with me. My boy Tee calls me Osama. I feel like a wanted man and I haven’t done anything to anybody.

People I know are getting knocked (locked up) left and right. The Game they’re in put a serious strain on them so they made some dumb mistakes.

Everyone around me seems broke (even a few Hustlers I know) so they’re coming to me for hand-outs. But where were you all when I needed one (not talking about you Mz. Mental)? The only stand up dudes I know are New York and the god, the rest of you all are on some bullshit. Where’s the integrity? How are you all playing the Game? Get right! For real.

My personal life is lacking, not complaining though, I made it that way. But it’s getting old. On top of that my sex life is sub-par.

I’m surrounded by people but yet I feel alone. One of my mentors, Zar, told me about this. I see what he’s talking about now.

And you know what Fam? The great truth and the reality behind it all is that I’m responsible for all of this. It’s the reality I made and it’s stressful. Somewhere in all of this I got off track so it’s time to put things back in order.

Don’t misread me. I’m a very blessed person, but everything is just not in line with the ultimate purpose for my life at the moment. And hey, things could be much worse.

So I’m counting my blessings and preparing to make some adjustments in my life and of course you all will be along for the ride Fam. Until next week, stay up!

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