can't knock

this post (and this new background) goes out to all you hustlas out here creating, bartering, taking bullshit from customers only to open up shop and do it again tomorrow, and just being bosses. i don't know how you don't have a nervous breakdown every day. i swear, hustling is some hard work, the kind i'm not cut out for. you are the reason for our food, our haircuts (shout out to the hustling queen and my mother, donna allen brown!), our music, our clean clothes, our cute toenails, our well-kept lawns, our "can't find this nowhere else" accessories and plants and oils, our comfort, our entertainment. hard as you work -- and i know many of you would rather be sitting on your ass like the rest of us -- you make the world go 'round. i'm taking this moment to express humble, humble gratitude; hats off to you; a prostration to salute you. i hope someone is in your life taking care of you like you do the rest of us.

 “Things may come to those who wait … but only the things left by those who hustle.” - abe lincoln, grindin'

"Fez has the best-preserved old city in the Arab world, the sprawling, labyrinthine medina of Fes el-Bali, which is incidentally also the world's largest car-free urban zone." - Wiki. Stay tuned for Kettia and my adventures in Morocco. 

“I’m from where your hustle determines your salary.” 

- rick ross, err day