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This picture says a lot about where I’m at. Standing in the middle, trying to stay whole, while life pulls at me from both sides. Man, it’s eating me up inside knowing I can’t help everybody I love. Some of the people closest to me are pulling from me, and I don’t think they understand how much it’s tearing me down. The little things count in my life. How you treat me counts. How I feel counts. Feeling appreciated counts. Hearing words of affirmation counts. You being the best version of yourself counts. You sleeping on your abilities, knowing how incredible you are, counts too. It hurts watching people I love give up on themselves. And it hurts feeling like none of that matters to you when it weighs so much on me. I’m trying to stay whole, but it’s hard letting go of what’s pulling me apart when I love the people attached to it. At the same time, I have the best woman, the most beautiful baby, and a strong Black family that I’m proud of. Mentally, financially, and spiritually, I’m at the highest point of my life. So much is going right. And I’m grateful for every bit of it. But that doesn’t erase what hurts. People close to me are dealing with health problems, and knowing I can’t fix everything they’re going through is heavy. Man, it’s a lot to carry. Then I step on that stage and give y’all my all. Because right there, with my fans, is one of the places I feel the most joy. So to all my fans, thank y’all. Every time you come to a show, you truly don’t understand what you’re giving me. It’s not what’s going in my pocket. It’s y’all filling up my soul.

They be like, “Yo, I want that old Waka. Go back to that old Waka.” What you mean, go back to that old Waka? The Waka that used to pull up 100 deep and stomp niggas out? The Waka that used to shoot at people? The Waka that would slap the fuck out of somebody anytime they said something crazy? You want the sound of the old Waka. Think about the life you asking me to go back to. Ain’t shit changed about who I am. I just evolved. Then you hear, “Man, bro be talking all day.” A lot of that comes from young adults who only know what they see online. Your big brothers, your uncles, the older people know me. They know what I lived through. Some of what you hear happened. Some of it’s exaggerated. But I don’t need to keep proving my past by repeating it. For you young niggas running around misguided, misunderstood, lost, feeling like nobody got you, I want you to see where growth can take you. I evolved because I wanted to be a better leader, a better example, a pathway for y’all. For my family, my friends, my kids, and ultimately for me. One day I had to ask myself, “Waka, why you keep chasing money when you don’t even understand it? What is money? How does it work? Where does it come from? Why was it designed? Is spending it all you know how to do?” That’s where financial literacy started for me. With questions. I knew how to make money. I had to learn how to understand it. A lot of the tools I’ve built for myself came from living, making mistakes, asking questions, and being willing to learn. Now I want to pass them along to the people I love. I know I’ve been writing a lot lately. But if you follow me and take the time to read, something I share might help you find your way through the chaos you’re dealing with mentally, spiritually, or financially. It takes patience. It takes discipline. It takes faith. That’s the Waka you’re hearing now. A man who lived enough to have something to say, and cares enough to share it.

Every action has an invisible beginning. Character is forged in the unseen long before it is revealed in the visible. Really keep this in mind!!!

What I figured out about my life is I can be at peace and still disappoint people. I can’t keep measuring how good I’m doing by whether everybody happy with me. People be so focused on how much money I got, they miss what I’m actually saying. I had to ask myself, “With all this money, why am I still just surviving? When do I get to actually live?” That’s where the mindset comes in. I had to learn how to enjoy my life without feeling guilty about what I couldn’t do for everybody else. How to be present for the people I love instead of always being worried about providing more. I’m finding peace in that. And reading y’all comments, seeing people understand the human being behind all this, means something to me. I hope you find room to live too. You deserve to enjoy some of the life you working so hard for. ❤️ THIS LITTLE HAND OF GOD 🙏🏽… Thank y’all for giving me room to be that. For the prayers, the encouragement, and for sharing pieces of your own lives with me. I’ll never take that lightly. Love y’all, for real. #DoubleBow

Good morning.. As I sit on this ground, just quiet, at peace, I can’t do nothing but think about these last two decades of my life. Really, the last three. And no, I’m not just focused on the negative. A lot of positive happened. A lot of love. A lot of moments I wouldn’t trade. But with everything I’ve done, why do I have to keep defending myself against people who don’t even know me? Loud, empty opinions from people who never had to carry the weight of my name. Why can’t my word stick to a person’s soul more than a dollar could? Why does what somebody can make off me seem to matter more than what they know about me? That shit leaves me at a standstill sometimes. And being a Gemini, you know I got a million Wakas in my head trying to figure out why. Looking at every angle, having whole conversations in silence. Man, if I could have one wish, I just want to feel free in this life. Free to enjoy what I worked for without always having to explain who I am. The world just weird to me sometimes. Everybody say they love God. Everybody say they want peace. But look at what we entertain. Look at how we treat each other. Supremacy, division, culture this, culture that. Where’s the human in all of it? Who are you? What’s in your heart? Why are you here? I grew up in a world where saying certain things about somebody could bring that person right to your door. Now somebody can say anything about you, and your reaction could cost you everything. I gotta live with that frustration and still choose how I respond. I got too much I love to put it all in somebody else’s hands. But I know how God works, though. So I’m just gonna sit right here in peace and let it be. I don’t have to figure out every reason this morning. Don’t have to answer every voice. Just feel this ground beneath me, breathe, and let time flow.

Hello, old me… We did the impossible. We changed the way we eat, the way we think, and the way we handle our emotions. We aligned our mind, body, and spirit. I don’t look back and hate the old me..I thank him. Every mistake, every loss, every uncomfortable moment taught me something I needed to know. Experience is the best teacher, but growth is proof that you learned the lesson. I’m proud of us. We didn’t just survive..we transformed. And to whoever is reading this: don’t give up on the person you’re becoming. One day, you’ll look back at the old you and say, “We really did the impossible.”

When you get blessed with this opportunity, the world goes silent. The stress go away. The pain go away. The needs go away. The wants go away. The fears go away. You just live in comfort, isolation, and purpose. That’s all that matters. Your whole future in this little body, laughing at you, crying for food, crying ’cause he don’t want to go to sleep. He there every day. He the reason. He the purpose. He the must. And when I say he the must, he the reason I MUST get up. I MUST change. I MUST be a better me. He the reason I must invest in my future. I must be patient. I must put my ego down. I must never, ever let anger get the best of me. He the must. He the reason I step into being an investment banker. Thinking beyond what I can make today, thinking about what I can build for his tomorrow. And for this, I love you, son. You don’t even know what you doing for me yet. You just reaching for your daddy, and every day, you giving me another reason to become him. He the reason... Jr 3months now 🤲🏽

Why is evil even a thing? Sarcasm, defamation, and truth all sound the same nowadays. Generations after us are gonna look back, read about this time, and ask, “What the fuck were they on?” Meanwhile, so many of us living through it are stuck trying to figure out which way to go, who to trust, who to join, or what side to pick. But maybe that’s the trap. Everybody choosing sides before choosing what’s right. Time really is the greatest revealer. Eventually, the costumes fall off, the lies get tired, and the truth stands there without needing a team.

Jr. two months now 😇 If I was ever to have a fear as a father, it would be my son picking up my bad habits, thinking they’re good, while looking at my good habits like they’re weak. So now I understand that raising him means raising myself too. I can’t just tell him what kind of man to become. I have to show him. I pray he never confuses anger with strength, pride with confidence, violence with courage, or silence with peace. I want him to understand that discipline is powerful, kindness is not weakness, walking away takes strength, and controlling yourself is more respectable than controlling everybody around you. He’s only two months old, but he already makes me look at every part of myself differently. My greatest responsibility is making sure the man he looks up to is somebody worth becoming. Ain’t No Hood Like Fatherhood.

That's what she said...

My wife sent me this off-guard picture, and it hit me different. I love putting my son inside my white beater, skin to skin, letting him hear his father’s heart. Sometimes it beats calm, and sometimes it races…because I’m still nervous. I’m still trying to understand that I’m holding a reflection of me. A whole life that came from me. An answered prayer laying on my chest. Then I looked at this picture and realized one thing…this is what I worked for. This is what I stood on stages for the last 18 years for. What I got stabbed for, shot for, robbed for, handcuffed for, survived for, succeeded for, and evolved for. Not so my son could repeat my story… but so he would never have to. I’m from the streets in real life, and I’ll never be ashamed of where I come from. But my son will never believe he has to be accepted by the streets. Nah, boy. Your daddy already did that. Your daddy already paid that price for us. Now it’s time for me to show you how to be a man in this world. How to accept everything life sends your way and still move with grace. Still have morals. Still choose love. How to be strong without losing your heart. I’m going to teach you family, generational wealth, financial literacy, economics, law, health, and the study of human beings. I want you to understand how this world works, but more importantly, I want you to know exactly who you are before the world ever tries to tell you.