I have the roadmap to your insecurities

"But luckily for me there are islamic ways for me as a man to acquire additional desires through halal (good) ways"-FrampCamp 

So you mean to tell me that after all I went through you still ready for fake ass "misyars" so you can make more babies you regret having? So I see my sacrifice wasnt enough for you to learn!!!  "This is a safe space for transparency"?!...Roger that! Here's a little story of the horrors that I went through that FrampCamp normalized...

And there you have it! 5 months later You back on the internet trying to promote yourself as some highly evolved emotionally healthy muthafucka…trying to get validation for that fragile ass ego.   

What happened baby daddy? football season ended, and now you’re not getting enough attention to feel like you are a “better man” than these “bitch ass niggas”. Starting a peer support group? You need to hear someone else’s fuck ups so you can feel like yours aren’t as bad? You need some sympathy for that victim role you love to play?   

Just know, No matter how many of these lost ass following your lead ass niggas who don’t know you in real life who suck your dick in this chat with bullshit accolades…like damn bro you really wise…you’ll always be a FRAUD  and you know it, that’s why you on the internet seeking an applause to quiet them internal thoughts that creep up in your solitude about the bitch made nigga you really are.   

The AUDACITY of you to be talking  about mental health and depression when you didnt and don’t give a fuck about me and my mental health and my depression after I had to ABORT our baby so I can be the solid nigga you could never be by KEEPING MY WORD to you for the sake of YOUR kids and the timeline you wanted for them!

I cried to you and pleaded to you how we had to get better, we had to work because there’s no way in hell my baby had to die for nothing, for you the same nigga…who portrays himself to be a nigga don’t “abandon his post until properly relieved” because it’s a "general order” and how you "cut from a cloth that ain’t made no more”, “who ain’t gonna never abandon or discard me," backed by “wallahi”, “on my soul”, “yo soul” , on "yo daughter’s soul “on all yo kids soul” “on the dead homies soul” on your “Sadaqah Jariyah” and everything muthafuckin thing else you can lie on to make you sound solid…. 

you still chose to abandon me, 1680 Miles away from home without the fucking human decency to at least tell me happy birthday, knowing I moved to Arkansas to be with you and that I don’t have no family. YOU, the same nigga who told me how much you “needed me to stay in Arkansas” because you were “accustomed to me”, and because I was “a part of you”…

Nigga YOU…You wanna be on the internet giving advice?!  I always told you that you love niggas most and that you will tell a muthafucka anything just to be able to tell them something, even if it’s wrong. You out here “facilitating” the ability to keep pouring from that empty fake ass cup of yours, regurgitating quotes you learned from other terrible ass niggas such as your grandfather and your uncles…and Surahs from a book you don’t demonstrate the principals of in real life, while praying to the Allah you lie on whenever it’s convenient. A nigga like YOU want to give advice. Oh brother, for fuxks sake, TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION.

“I just don’t like people taking advantage of people when they are weak in the moment” meanwhile, in real life…your dick got hard over me crying to you about the abortion. 

Remember how while carrying my grief , I had to regulate your emotions for you by reminding you that the baby wasn’t our intention in that moment and how we could plan for the next one so that its entrance into life was planned for? I had to carry all the weight. 

Remember when you then tried to make me feel guilty for by telling me how we could have made it work, even though you spent two years complaining about the fact that you regret having your youngest kids?

Remember when you sent me your youngest babies Easter pics, telling me how looking at their faces reminds you that we could have made it work, while I was freshly dealing with my grief?

Remember when you wanted to come up with baby names that started with my initials for the next baby that we would plan? Remember how you came up with boy and girl names? 

Remember when you would crocodile tear up while staring at the jar, and kept bringing up to me “that most niggas wouldn’t care about this but I’m different I do” as a way to make yourself “the better man and the good Muslim”? 

Remember how you capitalized off me making the hardest decision of my life to get “good man” points from your granny! “I talked to my granny about it and she told me I was a good man because most men wouldn’t care and she told me I should get you a thank you card”. 

Remember that you gave me a “thank you card” for aborting my baby…Remember?

If your plan is "to beat niggas up if they get in here poppin it because you don’t like when people take advantage of people when they weak"

I suggest you figure out a way beat your own ass. Start with you first. 

YOU wanna create a safe space and had the GALL to say anybody can join, like I’m out not here suffering from the damage that loving a fake ass man like you has caused me. You hiding who you are in real life behind long captions, brain food, tweets, fatherhood and pictures of prayer…but like you always say “niggas know the truth” ...and I’m niggas! 

And since you couldn’t manage to keep MY BUSINESS within the confines of your head and allow my pain, trauma, and experiences to be have a SAFE SPACE within you, my "husband"…by running to tell your uncles, grandma, mama, your cousin who is not your cousin, your Sahabas, a nigga that i dealt with 10 years ago, jujitsu niggas in Arkansas, some random nigga in the gym who you said told you he would "kill me for 4 bands" if you need that", about me and my personal business…it’s only fair that your SAFE SPACE get to know about me too. 

“That’s just. “That’s Islam” right, vice jeren? Khalifa? Right…

I’m gotta deal with punishment of BELIEVING you to be the nigga that 195 men think you are. EVERY TIME I get outta the shower, I gotta be reminded of a muthafuckin tattoo that you DEMANDED that I get in order for you to feel secure ONLY for me to get and have you tell me “you never loved me and you just said and did all this shit just to BREAK ME and get me to do something I never done. 

Well you won. 

Not only did I get a tattoo, I had never had to kill a baby because I’d never been pregnant before so you got me to do that too,  "FAITHFUL SEVERANT OF ALLAH", leader of men and steward of my soul. 

I sacrificed my, soul, ego, my pride, money, comfort, security, and my ability to say I never had an abortion all because YOU PRAY TO ALLAH FIVE TIMES A DAY, and use ALLAH like a wingman. 

Remember when you made me take an oath to give you my soul and how I can trust you with it because you “fear your lord” and “have someone to answer to” remember how I trusted with that and remember how you said that you would never abandon me, would never leave me high and dry? 

Remember how you would scream that you were better than any other nigga I had been with because you actually gave a fuck about me and my soul and they didn’t? 

I believed in your performance and I believed in your potential  and I gotta deal with that while you wanna be out this bitch creating “safe spaces” for niggas who are probably just as bad if not worse than you. 

Ain’t no telling how many woman beaters, undercover homos, pedos, and rapists are in this “safe space” venting to bitch ass nigga like you about how they a bitch ass nigga too, making themselves victims of the problems they created. 

Anytime I shared with you a perspective from the internet, you would always say “man them niggas don’t know what they talking about, they only show you want they want you to see” now look you! Doing the same exact thing…in a safe space! 

Remember when you said everything you touched turns to gold and I said if that’s true well then explain the women whose lives you’ve ruined?

Your ARROGANCE made you say anyone can join. Your lack of ACCOUNTABILITY made you forget your role in my story. And your GOD COMPLEX led you to believe that you’re in the position to “facilitate” anything regarding healing when you are a literal monster cosplaying a Muslim who actively has 3 women that I know of trying to heal from you and the truth of who you really are, off instagram and inside of houses. 

Remember when I told you, most men think they Homies are “good men” but they don’t really know them niggas like their women do?

Remember how after that you rushed to tell me that you sat your "Sahabas" down in a circle to "chop shit" and found out how all them niggas we’re dogging women, leeching off of them and giving them chlamydia???

You know...Marcus and Amen and whichever other of them bullshit, bum bitch ass niggas who couldn't provide for themselves so they last resort was to shack up at your 80 year old granny apartment, that you called brother? Those "Sahabas" memberrrr? You remember!

Remember how the stories they shared with you gave you the opportunity to promote yourself to me as better than them because AT LEAST you weren’t doing that! Annnnnnd look at you doing it again! Encouraging “sharing” under the guise of “help” so you can compare and feel better about the scent of shit emanating from the roses that you think is you. Roses really smell like boo boo, ass nigga. 

 Like I told you one of the many times you played in my face and used my trauma against me to garner moral superiority, you’re gonna pay and you will never have peace! Imma remind you of who you really are every chance I get!

And surely this personal group of dick riders you assembled are going to label me as crazy or bitter but I can take it. I have every right to be. This man who rearranged the trajectory of my entire life abandoned me after I had to abort my child to honor his kids and his timing. And no matter what you weird ass niggas think about me, it don’t change the fact that it’s the truth! FrampCamp GoodMan knows, I know, Allah knows and our baby knows...