In A World Where We Can't Even Jog...
Ladies, if you don't have hands, I strongly suggest you fucking get some.
Okay, off rip, if Throwin Elbows can’t make you, ya know, fucking throw elbows, then sis, we gonna need to partner you up. Seriously.
Y’all seen this shit in Memphis, I’m positive. My boy DA is still in Memphis, on the Mound, and says it’s been nothing but choppers and stopping for 72 hours. I’ve seen some shit like that in The Bay before, and it isn’t pleasant. And those were my Trap Queen days, so let’s talk about the several fucking strokes I was having pulling into roadblocks the entire way to the house.
Whoo.
I’m going to say this- I’m never going to victim blame. Not today, tomorrow, Thursday next week. However, any of y’all who have been with me a minute know my Safety and the Single Lady column number fucking one rule is never let them take you to a secondary location. Here. Have the fucking column.
I don’t give a fuck what you have to do. You scream, fight, bite, throw yourself on the ground like a toddler, I don’t care. Never. Let. Them. Take. You.
When you hit that secondary location, it’s going to have two fewer things than the last location. Witnesses and assistance. You may as well go on and write the fucking note home. It’s through.
If all the motherfucker wanted to do was smell your hair and tell you you’re pretty, he would have done so back in the ditch he conveniently knocked you into when he hit you with his 1993 Buick LeSabre. Girl, we all know what this coward ass bitch is trying to do.
You better fight. With everything in you, damn, you better fight.
Let me say this shit one more time for the slow ass bitches in the back row.
Whatever you need to do, I don’t care if there’s a gun in your face, a knife at your back, bitch I’ve been stabbed. Look at my mean ass, still here. And meaner than ever, might I add.
If he’s going to murder you, make him do it now, where someone is around to see, get a tag number, a description, call somebody to get your crumpled ass out of the street. Make him do whatever he’s threatening, because at location 2, he’s going to do so fucking much worse.
Fight. I’m talking about, fight like you wanted to fight that bitch that your ex knocked up while y’all were fighting over finances in 1997. If you don’t know how, learn to shoot. I can’t say that enough. Girl, give yourself a chance.
If you insist on running alone at 4am, if it simply is how you must start your day, listen I get it. You’re fucking grown. But why don’t you take your grown ass to the range and drop 20 or 30 hydrashocks into that paper man at the end of the range? Do that for me. Please.
Do not become one of these women we know is gone, but we can’t find anything to sit your headstone atop. Don’t do that. I’m not asking you to stop living your life. I’m not asking you to give in to these coward ass Bozos. I’m asking you to put some fucking forethought into it.
I’m asking you to value your life as I value mine.
Don’t ever let them have you for the free. Make sure you take as big a piece of him as you possibly can, and hopefully in the shape of the hole that big Glock .40 leaves.
For the love of Mary, take care of yourselves. They’re out here fucking dragging us.
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I hope they find her, dead or alive. 😥
My partner was knocked out by a coworker at her workplace, held her for a year I don't know where, she haven't gotten there yet. He drugged her and raped her so she bore two sons. She raised those boys by herself after he tried to take them away, (by the way she escaped with her first born waiting for the trash to go then she ran like a mad woman to safety, she didn't know she was carrying another as she escaped)
Anyway this is a long story with a heap of details.
I told her this trash has done this s***t before, I'm sure that whomever took the school teacher had done it before and one of the comments confirmed my hypothesis.