Shook Ones

You gotta pick which one you are.

Tuesday used to be nothing. Just another step in the week.

But now? Tuesday feels like freedom.

So does Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

Every day feels like freedom when you know how to be free.

And today’s truth is:

Shook Ones Pt.II might be the greatest song ever made.

To me, at least.

Not because it’s flashy.

Not because it charts.

But because it gets under my skin every single time like it’s the first time.

There’s something about that beat.

Ice cold.

Relentless.

Unapologetic.

Like a heart still pumping through fear.

And then that line drops:

“Ain’t no such things as halfway crooks.”

That’s not just a lyric. That’s the fucking law of this world.

You either are, or you aren’t.

You either show up, or you shrink.

You either face it, or you flinch.

No middle.

No maybe.

No “when I feel ready.”

And me?

I already know I’m a crook.

It’s them that need to decide.

Even when my hands were shaking.

Even when I was medicated.

Even when people called me broken, crazy, too much—I picked.

I’m not a shook one.

I’m a crook son.

OGs just be.

So yeah.

Tuesday’s got a feel now.

But I don’t need a day to remind me who I am anymore.

Every day I wake up, I get to choose again.

And I do.

With purpose.

No halfway. No fear.

Just me, my words, and the beat that raised me.

More soon.

It’s Tuesday, after all.