Something i read provoked this madness, ‘ll figure it out later. Im tired as fuck

interesting but what value is this to a man or woman, at the edge of their rope (forgive the term). We all know America was founded on lies, so how does this put money back into my pocket, back into a home or reclaim dignity lost from not knowing “the right way” to do things. I mean, I don’t want to get my hopes up and realize there’s not foundation to stand on. How is this the best kept secret. This sounds like my Caucasian peers discussing their distaste for “any pres that comes through” but non will openly say, HEY WHY ARE WE NOT DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT”. Your gonna have to forgive my out burst but I’m fed up with everyone right now. Everyones broke, poor, Oh but there this secret, I was recently separated from employment for WORKING TOO MUCH trying to catch up, lost my apt a week later BUT THERES THIS SECRET, i’m going hungry because my peers are either broke like me, don’t care, or haven’t seen my pleading for assistance. Now I’m “out doors” and cant even get a stranger to put change on my cash app, because the moment you know what you need YOUR NOT IN NEED. Sorry i’m at my wits end, up all night trying to make my website presentable, and I still don’t have enough of anything to do anything. I’m ranting over tired and really just up to my neck because ive been fighting on my own for so long and the only time i get to exhale is when i lose everything, but there’s this secret. umm So i should file bankruptcy well thats a no brainier but I cant pay for it because im always trying to get catch up to all my mistakes and foul relationships. I one lonely, negro, in a land where, I may never have gone but life jacked me up. Forgive me people, i was the black sheep, held my strength and silence for too long. Were I not the person i think i am this would be a worse letter than the explosion of my soul as it is.Times I wish I were, no one hears you unless life stops you cold and forces you to be its messenger. We don’t need a secret, we need answers. So hey If I told you my cash app name would you lift up my soul or would you look past that and think “this mofo must be crazy’. Youd be right, I should erase this so you never know but how else is one to act when all he sees is everyone doing wrong, how else am i supposed to be when i seek assistance i’m turned away I might be a lil slow, a lil crazy, but i’m real and tired of fighting alone, im trying real hard to maintain a sense of independence in a world that says you must be matched up tp survive.. smdh. I’m exhausted. I need to rest so i can find a job that I dont have to pay for to get so i can get off this womans couch before it gets cold. I’m gonna call you family …because I have none. goodnight family. Have i told you too much. pst. Your probably laughing right now. I don’t need permission to do squat, I need a miracle so i can believe that all my suffering is not in vain. damn, i needed that. bye Secrets,yeah okay thats Like my white friend telling me, “who ever owns your social security card owns you”, thats a secret. You can look me up if you want but I wont respond, im planning a ‘gentleman’s robbery’ ..whats that? A gentlemans robbery is this, he comes without a weapon, for he speaks only truth and he know will set him free. He delivers his story but not all of it, too much will frighten the viewer. but the shock and audacity will move you like the spirit of god rushing through your soul as you connect to this poor mans misery. His speech is semi focused but you follow, you feel his eyes drooping from lack of sleep. trying to compose a note which becomes a letter, all because he saw post about whatever, this Article something that really means nothing to the laymen but hes moved so, because hes an artist and has nothing to lose at this point. creative being that he is, he knows to tell the truth in a character outside of himself. (he’d never rob anyone, it’s against everything he is) but he can imagine the kind of conversation that plays in ones mind and the doubt, fear and wonder that you might have. Those with disposable cash (such a funny term) are waiting for me to drop my cash tag already, some are like who is this sob, some are thinking wow, thats cool, where is he , i gotta meet this cat. and some are actually thinking “Is he really in need?” Baby girl, I hate asking for help, big bro this hurts my heart, big momma, guess how long its been since ive seen my momma. lil sista, i dont talk this much in real life. Ive revealed WAY TOO MUCH btu I am an artist and it is my duty as an artist to express myself, in as many ways as i can. when i am so moved, omg i have got to stop. Heres the turn, now youre hooked, your committed (and I love you right now for coming this far) I’m shocked that i’m still writing, i’ll be even more shocked to find that youve discovered my cash app or pay pal me link. even moreso if “I just got to see this guy for myself” lol. yeah i’m a fool, big fool, but i am compelled …maybe it was the sugar water. (her kids drank the Kool aid) and you know a broke mofo turns to sugar water. omg. The only secret here is me. because if I light you up and it provokes you to lift me up… I will set my attack and teach others how to act. (yeh i’m quite talented for a middle aged man in denial, while trying to recover all the money wasted with his ignorant friends) yeah we were big time idiots but you know what …Im not ashamed of that, or this new found ability to express my need without tears. lol. I drove a cab for many years and people always asked ..Howed you end up here. Spiteful story as it is… it gets funnier everything i tell it. but its WAY WAY past my bed time and much as I hope you come up out them purses and wallets, I gotta be real and keep looking for work.. but if you are about ready to burst, do it DO IT, if youre in the PNW and cand tell that i need a damn hug, a pack of smokes and food in my gut, my phone is off, i wont answer just anyone. if your real peeps and you feel me, i will greet you like family. What ever thats like. I love hugs, not surprises. no no no , no slaps on the back or stalking, i’m the artist i do the stalking, thats my job okay rambling again …you dont want me on your porch if I lose faith in the Spirit That i think puts me into these crazy situations. How long does it take for the good man to turn bad? And this is the stick up, I could be any man in the world and we’re all in danger. I reveal the truth so i dont have to lie, how much more dangerous is the man burdened by truth without a weapon. gnite folks thanks for coming this far