The Brooklyn Way

by Tracy Gray

As the clock ushered in each new day, I arose and lived the new day the exact same way that I lived the one before it, just doing what I needed to do to get through it.

You’re probably hating your life because you aren’t doing what God so obviously put you here to do.”

as much as his decision hurt, I wasn’t in the business of keeping no niggas that didn’t want to be kept.

“Uhm, she knows this is politically incorrect, but she doesn’t like fat people. They give her the creeps.”

Words have power. Words cut.”

Let us not give what is holy to dogs, or cast our pearls to swine, lest they trample them, then turn and do the same to us.”

“Like Katt Williams said, if you wanted me to speak more highly of you, then perhaps you should have treated me better.”

One thing I’m working on is trying to be more intentional about how I treat myself,”

Mrs. Waverly, I hate that we never got a chance to meet one another. I feel like you were probably cool as hell. I don’t usually do corny shit like this, but I have to tell somebody. Right now, you’re the only one I can trust with this.

Men are so dumb, and they’re egos are so inexplicably huge.

You can’t let fear keep you from going after the things that make life sweet.