One of the the folks I grew up with tragically passed away a couple of years ago. Todey I brought gifts for his daughter, she looks just like fam🥰. She even gave me a hug, which warmed my heart. ❤️🙏 . . . There aren’t too many people you can count on with no strings attached. Do your best to pick and choose who you call a “friend” cuz most times you won’t know who is who till you find yourself in a pickle. Less is truly more, I’d trade 86% of the folks I grew up with for nothing. I got receipts for why I feel this way. 😒The little girl I got these gifts for, her dad transitioned 2 years ago. Although we were cordial with each other, after that prison stint I mostly kept it moving from majority of the folks I grew with. I learned to choose better folks to surround myself with. Holding it down for your ppl should be a no brainer, well at least to me🤷♂️. I do what I can to check in with my homie’s children despite not getting the same treatment when I was in prison. When he was here my homie had “friends” every where. A mere couple of years since his passing, am not sure who else checks in. Salute to the two other manz that pitched in for his little daughter’s birthday package. Being a thorough person is everything to me these deys. Also please remember, irregardless of how they treat you when you’re down. Don’t get bitter, just choose better. I am who I am.💐🙏 . . On a side note, if you knew me before the prison life and we are close enough todey for you to call or show up at my doorstep anytime. Just know you’re the best of the best in my heart’s eye...you’re greatly appreciated.☺️🙏 . . . . #27thletters #27thletterspodcast #lazarusofbethany #moorlove (at Lazarus) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcTwDpOMZcE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
