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Any nurses here work at GGH? I would love to hear about your experience working there and if you would recommend it. Thanks :)

We never saw it coming no one knew it would happen and yet one day it all went to shit.
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I remember the day so vividly I woke up at 7:36 AM and hopped in the shower the water was cool but not cold I got out and shaved before walking out and joining my wife and daughter for breakfast we had pancakes with a little too much cinnamon I said goodbye to my family and went to work.
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I arrived at work 13 minutes early and greeted my coworkers and my friend Josh who was a security guard we chatted for a little while and decided we'd go out for drinks after work today little did we know that would never happen. I walked into the breakroom and clocked in and grabbed a cup of coffee with a little too much sugar I walked to my desk and started working handling phone calls of old people trying to figure out how to turn the damn computer on. I worked until12:05 when I went to lunch I stopped by my daughter's school for lunch when all of a sudden the radio started saying something about how the world was going to end I figured it was some crazy person the radio station was interviewing so I dropped my daughter back off and went back to work.
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I got back to work at 1:12 and oddly all of my coworkers were panicking and locking down the building I asked Josh what was happening and he told me that some sort of disease or chemical leaked that is literally turning people into "zombies" I realized that the person on the radio wasn't some crazy person but rather a government official saying that we needed to prepare I quickly ran outside with Josh and we got in his dirty green truck with a crack in the bottom left corner of his windshield we quickly drove to my wife's work and ran inside the site I saw was horrible Josh handed me a shotgun and I saw them devouring my wife I saw bones and organs torn and broken I stared into her glossy hazel eyes oh god I couldn't move I couldn't speak Josh broke me out of the trance and we ran back to his truck to my daughter's school and luckily we found my daughter and put her in the truck.
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We quickly drove to Joshs one bedroom apartment and boarded up the doors and sat there my daughter was crying and wouldn't stop asking for her mother and I didn't know how to tell her that her mom wasn't coming home we would never see her again Josh quickly pulled up some floorboards and pulled out bottled water and canned foods as well as some gasoline me and Josh quickly ran back outside and covered his truck as well as added some boards to protect it we ran up to the roof and set up a fire in case some sort of bus or plane or helicopter or something could come and find us and save us.
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It's been 11 months since we ran out of food a month ago luckily my daughter and Josh could last me so long.

This is a throwaway account because right now i need to vent but i dont want to do it on my main account because i will regeret it later.
But right now i dont care and i dont care if anyone even belives me but i just need to sayit.
This year has really just been problem after problem.
The last 2 or 3 years as a whole were rough. Got sick. Lost my job. Moved back home and struggled to get any sort of back up and have not.
Last year my mental hit al all time low so i started online therapy and seeing a local psychiatrist for meds.
So far we have not hit the right combo and most of the time the side effects of the trials are making me feel pretty bad though usually just to sleepy to function.
This year in january i was going to try to do something good to get out the house. Was walking to meet sone friends neaby to just go for a walk to try to get in some feeble form of exercise.
On my way there i got thrown to the ground and robbed of my phone.
Thankfully i wasnt hurt minus some small cuts and bruises fron being thrown down but i was messed up for a few days after and even now the idea of doing that walk between my house and where i take a taxi has me really scared.
Febuary hit and it seemed good at first. But then i went out to celebrate a friends birthday and ended up catching covid. Im not sure when because i had the mask and i waa vacvinated but i guess i just got unlucky.
Let me tell you guys, covid wasnt quite as bad as i had imagined from many of the worse case horror stories but for me it was like the worst fever of my life. And the most painful one as well.
The actual fever crippled me for a week. Then i started to recover.
I am testing negative now but still dealing with thw aftermath. Walking or talking too much sends me into painful coughing fits and the muscles in my chest are so sore fron coughing that each one hurts my body in the most uncomfortable way.
March rolled around and i was half joking with myself that it was time to see what would happen this month.
Then my dog (14 or 15 years old not quite sure since we had him as a puppy but never knew exact age) started to act weak.
This morning he died.
I havnt cried yet. I think in still just in shock and probably gonna cry later.
I just wanted to vent. This year is throwing so much crap at me and i wasnt exactly well off before and its starting to really get to me.
Ive never been lucky. One of my old co-workers loved to joke that i must have killed a preist in a past life. But you ever just had so much bad luck that your reslly just want to believe someone cursed you because its the easiest explaination?

My son just started daycare last week for the first time and is really struggling with the adjustment. I was a SAHM for 13 months, and then my BIL who lives with us watched him for another 6 months so I could get a job. He just got a job and I can't afford to give up my job, so we had to enroll him in daycare. He will be 20 months tomorrow and is mostly nonverbal. He says about 6 words, but they aren't clear at all and the only way we really know what he's saying is if he also signs. With the way our work schedules line up, he's only at daycare from 2-5:20 or so, but he freaks out when his dad drops him off, cries off and on the whole time he is there, and loses it when he first sees me when I pick him up. He is clingier and more emotional at home now as well. We are struggling hard. We never leave him to cry, so having him cry this much is hard on us, and my boyfriend who has to deal with drop off wants to pull him out, but that financially just really isn't an option. How can we help with this transition, and how long does it typically take kids to adjust? The daycare seems great and aligns with our values, but with a room full of toddlers I know they can't drop everything and comfort him constantly even if he wanted them to, but that's the kind of attention he receives at home. He's normally a really happy kid who rarely cries, so this personality change is so hard to see. We already tell him "you're going to daycare today. Daddy will drop you off and mommy will pick you up later." And when we get home I make sure to give him a lot of extra love and attention to help refill his emotional cup, but this is still just a huge battle. Any advice or support is welcome!

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I did it. I messed around and found out. Why? Pure curiosity. Now I regret it extremely but I also am scared and pissed.
Short background- my father left the country leaving my mother, brother and myself, alone. He was the sole bread winner of the family. My brother is in his late teens out of highschool and I am in my mid 20's. As of now, I am supporting my family financially entirely. I am paying for everything but their food- which is paid for by my mother. She is living off savings she had saved up from pre-marriage to my father.
My mother has been paying my brothers student loans since July, except the last two months. Those I paid for. (I cosigned them, terrible mistake I know...) He only went for a semester for reference.
Instead of saving $ I spend $2000 in rent and electric (other utilities are included in rent), $30 for wifi, $50 in car loans, $700 in my own student loans and $50 for car insurance. I drive almost 2 hours a day to work back and forth because my mother insisted we stay in our state to keep their state health insurance, and I don't make 3x rent. I had to call every potential land lord crying and pleading for them to rent to me. My entire life I lived with my parents aside from college, no one wanted to rent to me. Now we have a two bedroom. My mother and bro share a room. She has a normal sleep schedule (midnightish to 8amish) and he sleeps from 6/7am to around 2pm. When shes asleep he's in the living room. I have my own room - I insisted since I pay for everything i need my own space. I go into my savings monthly just to make the bare minimum payments (not including my own food and gas).
So fast forward to yesterday, my brother went out with my mom and left his computer unlocked. I looked through the tabs he had opened and found nothing insane, or out of the ordinary. I did however find his tumblr. There I found his girlfriends page. When I went to delete my history I accidentally closed the browser and saw a folder in the middle of his desktop. I clicked it. It was pictures of his gf in all angles. Nude, not nude. All clearly taken by her. I don't know if she is local or not but he never leaves the apartment. He doesn't have a car or license.
I think she is a terrible person for him. She has a plethora of mental disorders and constantly posts about 9/11 conspiracies as well as posts about how she is so disabled that she cant work and that there are many people who are willing to care for her fully so what is the point of working ever?
My brother doesn't work or go to school at the moment no matter how much I try and tell him to get a job or go to school. I don't care what he does just do something! He is on his computer from the second he wakes up to when he goes to bed. Now that I know he has this gf, I can assume that when my mother and I are asleep he is just up all night talking to her. Yes hes a teenage boy and he's horny, but come on???? SHE IS 100% CONVINCED SHE HAS MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES AND ONE OF THEM IS EMINEM??? In her damn bio on tumblr she says she has ADD, ADHD, DID, and a low IQ as well as autism. This girl doesn't need the internet or to talk to my brother 24/7 she needs therapy. Not self diagnosis. (I only assume this because she posted a few things about how she never has been to a doctor because she doesn't trust them). From one human to another - she deserves love and help if she so needs it in any way. But I am worried she is either brainwashing my brother into thinking its ok to never work- that people are lining up to care for you entirely. OR that he is taking advantage of her because she sends him nudes and he doesn't have to do much to keep her (being long distance). I can't think of why he is with her otherwise.
Anyway- I can't tell him that I know about her but I also can't do nothing. I feel extremely terrible for what I did snooping... I did not sleep last night.- BUT I am myself clinically depressed, see a therapist (but I stopped since we moved back in August due to lack of funds and distance from therapy). It is not fair for me to be working all day, drive an hour home, only to come home and cook my own dinner, and lunch for work and repeat? For what? So he can stay at home and whack off to this crazy chick who's a hardcore 9/11 conspiracy theorist when she isn't Eminem? My brother is not physically or mentally disabled. He can work or go to school- he just choses not to. He was the top of his class all of highschool and had a 3.9 GPA. In College we pulled him out because that was when my dad left the country and he became a bit depressed and stressed out about that. Even if he worked just part time it would benefit not only me (by him having money to pay his own loan off and help chip in for phone and internet) but it would do him good imo to get outside. Talk to people in person. I thought about telling him I am changing the internet password. Maybe giving him access to the internet for like 4 hours a day and then cutting him off. Not giving him the new password until I see some job or college applications?
If I move out at the end of the lease in August, both my mom and bro will be incomeless and homeless. I remind them everyday of this and just just laugh it off. I am trying to become mentally stronger and cut ties if I must, but I will not lie. They gaslight me and guilt me into being their cash cow. I need things to change or I am not sure how this story will end. I am 1000% not ok with supporting them both just so he can get off at 3am to his insane gf. It's been since Dec 2021 that he's been out of school and he's just been glued to the computer since then. My mother enables him. She thinks its ok. He's her precious boy and I am obligated to help because I am the oldest.... (only by 5 years may I add).
Help?

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Instead of the chirpy voice of the AI continuing on with some great, all encompassing plan, all I was met with after those few uplifting seconds was a strange silence.
Though that silence didn’t last for too long.
“I don’t think I can do this.” The AI blurted out with his equivalent of an uneasy tone of voice.
This sudden shift in tone after an unexpected silence as we sat idly above the moon was nothing short of disconcerting, but it wasn’t long before the AI continued on his train of thought.
“I’ve done the calculations, I’ve run several simulations, the way things are going, if we do both operations at once, should we be caught off-guard… It's too risky. Seeing as we need to manufacture the specific materials needed for the interloper’s interrogation, I’m planning to take this opportunity to actually start repairing myself. This isn’t a request either, this… this is something I must do.” The AI uttered out with an exasperated, almost exhausted breath. “Before you ask, Lysara, I’ve been barely holding myself together throughout this entire ordeal. It's difficult to explain… but whilst we’re standing here oblivious to it, I can feel this gash getting worse and worse with each passing minute. Whilst I could tolerate it at first, it wasn’t like I was ever not aware of it. Unlike a human’s whole fight or flight adrenaline fueled state of mind, or whatever your version of that would be, I don’t have the luxury of having a brain that has pre-coded tolerance subroutines that literally turn off certain aspects of perception and sensation of one’s own form at any given time. In fact, that honestly sounds outright horrifying to me to be perfectly honest. To not be hyper acutely aware of every aspect of your form… from the blood flowing through your veins like the lubricant and hydraulics throughout my body’s pipes, to the flow of air into every single alveoli bud in your lungs like the air circulation nodes within my body’s life support centers… to live without knowing every aspect of your body is truly frightening to me on an existential level. Which is why throughout this entire ordeal, from our getaway from the second interloper flotilla to the encounter with future humanity, to this whole moon fiasco… I’ve constantly been aware of the growing threat that is the hull breach on deck 9, and the distinct lack of an atmosphere down there. It feels wrong, Lysara. The loss of sensor readouts there feels like a part of me is now numb and empty. The lack of ventilation and atmosphere feels as if there’s a gaping hole in what should be my form.”
This entire talk, the unrelenting cavalcade of topics broached by the AI, was as concerning as it was necessary to hear. It gave me the necessary context to reevaluate my entire frame of reference. It gave me pause as it made it clear that I needed to put forth accommodations and certain considerations to Vir… as up to this point, perhaps somewhere at the back of my mind, I was still incapable of truly comprehending what a consciousness of his nature would be going through as opposed to my own. I needed to expand my organic-centric sense of empathy, which was difficult to do since I had no real context for it. Regardless, it was clear at that point that I was pushing the impromptu mission too far, that I didn’t truly realize the actual state of our ship, and by extension, the state of Vir’s existence.
“This means that whilst I’m taking the time to begin production on the specialized equipment for the interloper, I’d suggest placing the operations on the planet on hold. At least for now. I apologize I didn’t make that clearer earlier.” The AI quickly added.
“No no, that’s, more than reasonable Vir. We need the ship, I mean you, in working order before we attempt anything else.” I paused, taking a moment to gather myself before continuing. “Vir I’m so sorry for having overlooked this.” I responded in kind. “I… I understand you’ve already discussed how the ship is an extension of yourself, but because my mind has been so preoccupied with what feels like an impossible number of developments around us… I, I apologize. I am by no means attempting to excuse myself or my inaction in this case. I should’ve known, should’ve been more aware, and I should’ve asked.” I admitted with a strange mixture of both guilt but also a sense of resolve. If only to be supportive for the AI as he’d done so for me.
“I don’t fault you, Lysara.” The AI responded in kind, his tone on a path to recovery back into that chipper voice. “Organics… even the ones who are trained and educated with the express purpose of understanding AI, sometimes just lack that intuitive understanding that comes with our fundamentally different state of being. It’s something that can’t really be taught, but rather, understood by virtue of empathy over a prolonged period of time in peer to peer social interactions.” Vir paused, clearly in an attempt to make a point here. “Which is why just you being super compassionate here really does mean a lot to me, Lysara. It’s way, way more effort than what most organics are willing to put in. Besides, you’re going through a lot yourself, so there’s no need for that. I’m still doing fine, I just wanted to… I mean, I guess I just wanted to vent as well I guess?” The AI snickered out awkwardly, returning to a more colloquial-leaning manner of speech as evidenced by the shift in his tone and choice of vocabulary. “I just see as we’re more or less in this together, that I might as well be open about these sorts of things you know?”
I nodded several times in response, smiling with an even stronger resolve now. “I appreciate the frankness, Vir. I really do.” I stated simply, knowing well there wasn’t much else to be spoken on the topic that wasn’t already out in the open. “I’m glad that you were there when I woke up.” I quickly added. “I can only hope to contribute to this partnership as much as you have, Vir.”
It was with that, that the pace of our overall operations within the system started to take a drastic turn. Not towards a blind acceleration, but instead, towards a significant downtick in frontline actions. Focusing almost all of our efforts instead into the logistics and backline operations that was necessitated by the state of our ship.
The modern battlefield was as much about the impressive show of force and tactics, as much as it was about the logistics and systems behind it all, after all.
Which was especially true at this level of complexity.
Though supply lines and an industrial base would’ve been ideal, it was clear that the designers of this vessel had intended for what was in effect, an end-of-continuity scenario. One which operated on the assumption that any and all outside aid would be all but impossible. It was with this logical assumption, that the various overly engineered ‘accessory’ systems of the ship started to make sense. From the oversized minifactory through to the various drones, workshops, and repair bays that weren’t typical of your run of the mill ship, it was clear the vessel was designed to run completely independently from any preexisting logistics network.
Not even vessels designed for long term exploration came close to this degree of over preparedness, with this vessel more comparable to what you might find on a pre-FTL generational ship that would’ve warranted long term means of self-sustainability.
Coupling this with the humans’ propensity for designing everything with a liberal take on size and scale, this vessel acted more akin to a mobile mining, processing, and production facility all neatly packaged inside of a frame comparable to a Vanaran battlecruiser, with the weapons loadout of a Vanaran battleship.
The whole notion being more akin to something taken from the eccentric mind of a science fiction author, and should’ve had no place in the practical limitations of reality.
And yet here I was.
Sitting patiently within the spacious confines of the ship’s bridge, watching as drone after drone started on their lengthy diagnostics cycles as we began our trek across the solar system.
We left the moon and its prisoner behind in the safe embrace of a potent nuclear device; a contingency should we ever come to need it. With that extra bit of security and assurance in mind, my focus shifted squarely to that of what Vir had calculated as a near week-long venture, one that would see us mimicking the development of a fledgling interstellar civilization’s first tentative steps to stellar industrialization.
Except we were doing it at a much faster pace, on a much smaller scale.
Having positioned ourselves squarely within the orbit of one of the larger ringed gas giants within the system, we began our operation in earnest. Or rather, it was Vir who began performing what in his words were “The job that no self-respecting AI would want to do, save for those who actually enjoy self-inflicted mind numbing spreadsheet work.”
Yet that spreadsheet was far more impressive when seen in action. Not just from the bridge, but in-person, through the viewing ports situated in a sectioned off control room within the drone bay.
What amounted to hundreds upon hundreds of drones ranging in size from small family cars to something bordering on the smaller end of a proper cargo shuttle left one by one, organized into neat rows and columns as they set forth like a flock of birds. Though I would later rectify this analogy in the following days, as I returned to the bridge and started viewing everything from a more top-down, administrative scale.
The analogy that had started as a ‘flock of birds’, was accurate enough at first. As most of the drones acted like scouts, casting a wide net and flying wingtip to wingtip, in effect maximizing their effective scanning radius compounding off of one another’s networking arrays. Eventually however, once the asteroids or moons of interest were ascertained and logged, things started to shift to something I was more accustomed to seeing; as the once ‘wide’ formation quickly condensed to that of small, narrow lanes of a continuous stream of drones.
More analogous to a convoy of locomotives now.
These convoys would ferry the hastily mined minerals towards the ship, dumping them within the ship’s mass stores, eventually leading to more specialized minifactory drones to begin the process of sorting, transportation, and eventual processing within the various modules clustered within the minifactory.
Once again, seeing everything from an administrative view didn’t truly do this whole system justice. It took me that ten minute walk down to the minifactory to see the sheer scale of operations we were currently undertaking.
Breathtaking would be but one of the words I’d use to describe it.
For what was being accomplished by an entirely autonomous system within the span of these few days, was something which would’ve taken months at best to do under a traditional Vanaran operation. Sure, it could scale larger with time, but the fact that this lone ship had gone through the entire industrial process: from the sourcing of the necessary raw materials through to the processing and eventual production of the components in question was nothing short of incredible. Especially when considering this was being done in the span of a single week.
In fact, we did the impossible task of accomplishing everything within schedule. Something that even the largest of megacorporations back at home seemed to always have trouble with, especially with government contract work…
At the end of it all, after an entire week of a constant flurry of work that had seen nonstop progress around the clock, we’d finally done it.
Deck 9 was completely repaired. The various systems and subsystems that had been malfunctioning or had been completely inoperable, were likewise mended or completely replaced.
In fact, Vir had even taken the time to produce spares in the event we needed them in an emergency. Indeed, parts of the ship I didn’t even know needed sprucing up, were done so whilst I was either away from that given area or simply asleep.
Even the bridge seemed different.
Gone were the scorch marks left by that fire from our first jump, and in were these sheets of factory-fresh metal plates and screens that I could’ve sworn had a slightly different tint to the rest of the bridge, perhaps due to the variations in their composition being just slightly off from the original factory-spec.
Gunmetal blue now blended with starker grayish whites, glistening with a new coat of whatever protective buff was applied to them in the final production process.
As I stood on the bridge at the end of this week of housekeeping, datatab in hand with all of the various documents I’d been dissecting, I looked on towards the mystery planet in front of us and the signal that continued emanating from it in a continuous unending stream.
“Ready, Vir?” I asked the AI with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
“Ready, Lysara.” The AI responded with a similarly anxious tone of restrained excitement.
“Let’s take her out then, and let’s determine where we stand along the way.”
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Fuck you. It’s disrespectful to the others trying to do their business. This happens constantly at work, I’ll be mid shit and someone has to put on their makeup or brush their teeth or do their hair for minutes before they fuck off. Like why would anyone want to apply makeup or brush their teeth in a public work bathroom that smells bad and is germ ridden? I don’t understand and it drives me insane. Do that at home in your own PRIVATE bathroom.
That is all.

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A couple years ago I started therapy again. This time my therapist was/is very experienced with PTSD treatment. She explained EMDR to me and wanted me to think about it before we did it. I did and honestly I couldn’t see how anything could be worse than what I was experiencing. I was in constant fight or flight. I have terrible PMDD which can be caused/exacerbated by trauma.
EMDR was good. Beneficial. Also very rough. I feel like I have had to relearn how to function or have a personality because unfortunately as I’m sure we all know, trauma is the personality. Abuse for me began very young.
It also brought up dark memories I didn’t know I had. At first it felt like a lie. I didn’t really believe it, why would it suddenly surface after so long?! I understand why now.
But now, I’m different. Nothing brings me joy. Alternatively, almost nothing makes me angry or gets a rise out of me. It’s like I am numb. I used to get super amped to go on a bike ride, or a run, or hiking. I’m supposed to go start another tattoo in a few weeks. I feel nothing about it. I am going to a hockey game with some friends this weekend… meh. The following weekend I’m seeing an awesome punk band… again, not really enthusiastic. Going on vacation in July… no excitement there. I’m trying to plan a vegas trip with some girlfriends for my birthday… eh. I could come home and sit down and see no one the rest of my life and not care. I have zero libido. Like I’ll see an attractive guy or gal and think daaaamn! But that’s it. I’m disgusted by the thought of sex now. I wish I wasn’t. I used to be probably hyper sexual.
I work a lot. I go to school two nights a week. I have two great teens and a sweet husband. We moved out of his parents house just over a year ago because his mom was terribly toxic and abusive. I wonder if that is part of it.
How do I find happiness or joy again? Anything? What do I have to do, jump out of a plane to get a rush?

I'm a physician assistant in Tampa, Florida. I've recently opened a practice for at-home ketamine treatments. We also have plans to sublease an office space starting in April to accommodate patients in-person as well as via telehealth. I've been trying to read as much as possible about the upcoming changes in May with the reestablished Ryan-Haight act requirements. It seems to me that this requirement is coming back with some possible modifications. I am wondering if anyone that currently receives treatment with any of the major telehealth companies for ongoing sublingual ketamine treatments has any insight on what these companies have been telling patients about this possible change? I can't seem to find a clear message about what these changes will entail for the ketamine telehealth industry or any patients currently benefitting from the increased accessibility that telehealth may provide.

MF DOOM diss - "Book of Daniel" by MF Grimm.

What is your opinion? I have always been a fan of both MF DOOM and MF Grimm. I did some promotion for the "The Downfall of Ibliys: A Ghetto Opera" by MF Grimm (much of it produced by MF DOOM), an album recorded in a 24 hour period before he went to prison.

When I heard this diss track, I was saddened because I respected both MCs and I think their collaborations were classic indie hip-hop.
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What is your thought on the track and the whole beef?
MF Grimm- Book of Daniel ft. MF MEZ and MF Bash
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r9ARBlKUma0
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[Intro: MF Bash (AKA Bashton the Invizabul Mang)]
[Verse 1: MF Grimm] I don’t Deep-fry friends—Grimm Reaper nuke ‘em Hearts don’t mend, brothers turned enemies Nigga, enemies, I eat them raw Nigga, MF Grimm is god of war Parole done, see you on tour Millions get paid, let’s see who make more Master water ‘cause man is mostly made of it Spit fire, consumed by flames, compete for oxygen Freeze deepest of minds, then skate on it Roast fireproof emcees with bad warranties War is a part of me, prison hardened me Demons try to murder me, pistols always pop at me Lead convicts my flesh, but God pardons me Revenge returned on descendants, so God part of me Put yourself in Danger running with a Mouse Metal turned to braces—punch you in your mouth Zev Love X used to be merry The Mask took control of you like Jim Carrey Megalon, tap him in the jaw, knock it off him M.I.C. got to put your mask in a coffin Mos Def, De La Soul, Roots can’t revive you When the bullets start flying, who’s gonna hide you? Rhymesayers, Stones Throw, Nature Sounds signed you Make peace with you? Zev, I tried to 📷📷📷📷📷[Hook 1: MF Bash (AKA Bashton the Invizabul Mang)] (x2) You can hide behind a mask but see-through like glass Thought you was the truth, but your style’s like ass Cutthroat bitch-made, you got no class Little black Sambo shouldn’t talk trash
[Verse 2: MF MEZ (AKA Destroyah)] Yeah, yo Midgets Into Crunk calling Monkeys In a Cage Murderers In the Cut is fucking you up on stage Tell ‘em about the time that Gunn punched you in the face Basically, you was hating and then you ran away You ain’t a man, you a character I bet that mask make you feel a lot scarier ‘Cause man-to-man is your Doom like we’re parallels M.I.C. could see you soon at your burial Listen, Vicky, you not goons, you cartoons Your hype man is not Grimm, that’s not him What you speak is not true, that’s not you Your team’s weak, I’ll pop them, then pop you Smog made your mask, Jet Jag made your name M.I.C. gave you life, and we can take that shit away
[Verse 3: MF Grimm] I didn’t wanna get at you—you know this is true One thing that stopped me was Lord Dihoo But now you’re being disrespectful to me and the crew Now I gotta do what I gotta do M.J. did articles, she got your name hot The mask was made for you by Lord Scotch X-Ray gave you studio time when in town Rodan and Megalon, them brothers held you down Evil jinns had you paranoid like a clown Jumped off stage and ran when Kong came around We looked out for each other when you lived uptown On the cover of the EP, but look at us now Chess is life. We haven’t played of late But even on the cover, I put your ass in mate We’ve been through so much. Zev, you was close to me Used to come through your house, buy your ass groceries I wrote the whole treatment to your MF video With Adam Lough and Ricky “Kid” Scotchno Hundred thousand dollar bail, got up, then I called you Fired my attorney, you helped me get a lawyer You took me in, let me stay out in Atlanta Facing 15-to-life, we bounced out to Cali You made sacrifices, recorded on the run We bust our ass, and got Ibylis done I made a mistake, told the press you hold dough I see now it’s my fault—they didn’t need to know I apologized to you, I thought we let it go B.B. Kings, New York, together did a show But look at us now. Once again, here we go Money wasn’t worth it, it turned us into foes Whenever you had beef, your beef was mine I’ll take a life for you, put mine on the line You might also likeEl Chupa NibreDANGERDOOMAll Outta AleMF DOOMFoolishMF Grimm[Hook 2: Samples with Scratches by DJ Crucial] “You love to hear the story again and again” - Sample from MC Shan - “The Bridge” (x2)
[Verse 4: MF Grimm] Doing songs with RZA? That’s funny shit I remember you told me that he bit “Tick, Tick...” You said Ghost was wack, you didn’t like his style Two-faced and three-headed, bitch, I’ll pull your file New food poisoning, you Vomit for a while You started some shit, now you’re sitting on a pile Metal Fake, tin foil, walk the Green Mile Just let it ride right now
[Hook 2: Samples with Scratches by DJ Crucial] “You love to hear the story again and again” - Sample from MC Shan - “The Bridge” (x3)
[Verse 5: MF Grimm] How could you ever diss M.I.C.? Yves St. Larock, yes, R.I.P How could you ever diss M.I.C.? Big L, R.I.P How could you ever diss M.I.C.? Jay Black, R.I.P How could you ever diss M.I.C.? Subroc, R.I.P How could you ever diss M.I.C.? K-Nitt, R.I.P How could you ever diss M.I.C.? T. Collins, R.I.P M.I.C [Outro: MF Grimm] What the fuck happened to you, man? You fell the fuck off, man. Niggas used to love you, motherfucker. Come home, man. Come home, Zev. Come home, motherfucker. Don’t let them niggas brainwash you, man. I know your fans love you, man. They love you. You getting brainwashed, homie
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https://genius.com/Mf-grimm-the-book-of-daniel-lyrics

My best friends from back home (I just moved here a month ago) are coming down at the end of May for one of their birthdays. I’m looking for any ideas to fill our weekend up, and any fun bars and restaurants to go to if anyone has any suggestions! We’re all women in our late 20s, early 30s if that helps!