Respeckt.

Being disrespected is not fun. Nor is it cool. I demand my respect and will be treated as such. I know my worth. I know my value. I’m priceless. Imagine working so hard to come to a place where you feel that you finally have a sense of some self-worth and somebody decides to try and devalue that? Imagine that. I am the prize. I am the crown jewel. I am enough. I am worthy. I demand my respect. You know, I kinda feel Bryan Birdman Williams on his stance with feeling disrespected By the breakfast. How could you not? If I were to try and put some kind of monetary value on my worth, I would say that it’s about worth 2 trash bags worth of clothes and a whole lot of healing to do and heartache to bare. I demand my respect. Not from you. But from myself. I was always taught to point the finger at yourself at all times and always expand your hand, first.

When you’re of high value, They don’t put you on just any old shelf. They make a special area for you and put you behind a glass case or a roped off area. The yeezy’s are never next to the converses. treat yourself like you’re rare. treat yourself like there would be catastrophic levels of some kind if this thing is damaged in any way. The Mona Lisa at the L’ouvre. Put some respect on your name. Know your value. Know your worth. Don’t take shit from anybody. Trust in God. Believe in yourself. The devil is a liar. And that’s all I have to say about that. Much Love, always. ❤️ -Jermy