“I wish everything I touch would turn to gold
NLE, you heard me?
Baby Mexico Choppa, man, Top Shotta
Baby Mexico Shotta, you heard me?”
Today I wanted to touch on “generational curses” and “bloodlines”. I went to Google to try to get somewhat of a definition for generational curses, but I think Google has something a little bit different in mind: “A family curse or an ancestral curse, a generational curse, hereditary curse, is a curse, on a family. The belief in them crosses many religious beliefs. Many deny that they even exist.”
This sounds like when that witch-lady-thing cursed Princess Aurora: Before the sun sets on Aurora's 16th birthday, she will die by pricking her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel. No, fam, that’s not what I wanted to talk about. Or maybe we just use the term incorrectly. *shrugs*
Have you ever heard someone say “slave mentality”? It’s sometimes used jokingly, but a person might be doing something the hard way versus the smart way; so you hit them with the “slave mentality” because you’re doing work you shouldn’t be doing. However, on a more serious note, “slave mentality” is also a situation where we act a certain way now because it’s been passed down to us through the generations past.
A man might be a bad father to his kids and it can stem from his father being absent, because his father’s father was absent. Or a woman “tolerating” abusive behavior because her mother did that same thing because her mother’s mother had taught her daughter to do whatever is necessary to “keep that man happy”.
That’s more along the lines of what I meant by generational curses.
Okay, let’s get into it.
Last weekend was a really low point weekend for me. I spent some time reflecting on my life, decisions I’ve made and situations I’ve found myself in. It could also just be the fact that I’m extremely hard on myself, but meh. Lol.
The reflecting led me to think about my dad and all of the ways that we’re similar – good and bad ways. Lol. There’s an “expectation” about the Hyman men. Man a galliiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis. Man a gallis. MR. VEGAS! LOL. Honestly, if I look back, I can see where the reflections of that expectation were shining bright in my life. But, bro, I definitely ain’t finna be the one to carry that torch.
Anyway...
I always tell people I can do anything someone shows me how to do. I learn really well and I’m good at following instructions. I feel like if I ever went into the army, they would have to seal my records because of all the black sight/black ops missions I would be given to do. HA! But that’s something, a good thing, that I know I got from my dad. My dad was running his own restaurant where he was the head chef, which he also built himself. He drives taxis, tour buses, garbage trucks, basically anything with four or more wheels. He’s farmed goats and chicken, and he’s had birds – basically a butcher. Like what can’t that dude do?
Before Skyler left, I mentioned to her that in conversation with a client I told her “Everything I touch turns to gold.” And I wasn’t being cocky or anything. I’m just super confident in my ability to do the things I’ve learnt well.
(I always mention names in my articles like you guys should just know who I’m talking about. Lol. Sorry.)
Kinda lost my train of thought… Next week?
*Yo, Siri, play Shotta Flow by NLE Choppa *
