I've been struggling because my braids on their last leg.

It's like real rough.

So today I'm giving poetic justice.

But my problem is I can't figure out if at 39 I am too old for this half up,

half down thing, like with the little piece in the front. Like, you know, when you're with yourself

all the time, like, you don't know what is, I mean, usually I don't care, but I'm just, you don't know what if you're doing.

God's work?

You know how you see people and they're out.

And then sometimes they're just dressed in their lane, like in their genre thing.

Like, I mean, in their decade, their time.

And they don't really realize that, like, things aren't cool anymore.

Oh, I've been telling you that, but continue.

They've outgrown.

Like, I'm there.

I don't listen to you because I don't know if you know.

So like-

I don't know exactly what you should do.

I just know what you shouldn't do.

And it's whatever I do.

That's not whatever you do.

It's everything I do.

No, no, no, no, no.

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