LEAD WITH STRENGTH,HUMILITY,HUMBLENESS AND SINCERITY AND LET GOD DO THE REST. 🙏🏽💯

Get right or get left

Almost there

🚨🔥 82 MILLION PHONES! THIS IS HOW CRYPTO GOES MAINSTREAM! Samsung Wallet plans to bring $SOL-powered USDC transfers to U.S. Galaxy users later this month! 👀 Imagine sending money overseas without opening a crypto exchange! 💯 Would YOU use this instead of your bank?

Been day 2 of waiting for fill of Bart Simpson head. Almost there. Once we hit that eth whale. I’m jumping in a long. Also remember some moves take days and weeks. Very rarely is it hours or minutes. Patience and understanding is the key. 🔑 Good luck fam. We print up or down 🫡🤝

GM & HAPPY SUNDAY! 🙏☀️ Sometimes we get so caught up chasing what’s NEXT that we forget to appreciate what’s RIGHT IN FRONT OF US! Your family, your health, another sunrise. Those are blessings money can’t buy! Give GOD his glory today! 🙌💯 What’s one blessing you’re thankful for this morning?

See what we can do with these bullets

I think one of the most underrated things about Web3 is how it’s completely changed the way we connect with people. Think about it. You can have someone halfway across the world who you’ve never met in person, yet you’ve shared more conversations, laughs, and experiences with them than people living down the street. 😂 That’s a pretty wild concept when you really think about it. The internet brought us together, but Web3 gave us a reason to stick around. 🤝

SEEDS ON THE CORNER Chapter 6: The Strap Chuy handed it to him wrapped in a T-shirt, like it was a gift. "Welcome home, little man. I always knew you'd come back." The gun was heavier than Mario expected. He told himself it was for Junior. He told himself it was justice. He told himself a lot of things that week. He started riding with Chuy every night. The money came fast. He bought Sofi new shoes and paid the light bill before his mom could see the envelope. She saw it anyway. She saw everything. "I know where that money comes from," she said quietly, holding the bill. "I married where that money comes from." That one hurt more than any punch. Lupita stopped climbing onto his bed. Sofi started locking her door. On Friday, Chuy's Charger pulled up in front of the garden. Augustine was watering the tomatoes like always. When he saw Mario open the passenger door, he dropped the hose and grabbed the fence. "Mario! Mijo, look at me!" Mario looked at him for one second. The old man's face was full of something worse than anger. It was grief, like he was watching Danny all over again. Then Mario got in the car and shut the door. Revenge feels like strength. Augustine had told him that years ago. He'd forgotten the second half: it's the weakest thing a man can do, because it lets someone else decide who you become. They drove across the tracks with the music low and the windows up. "That's the house," Chuy said, killing the headlights. To be continued…

GM WORLD! 🌎 At some point you gotta stop waiting for the perfect conditions to make your move. I’ve made mistakes, taken chances, switched directions, and learned a whole lot along the way. One thing I refuse to do is sit around wondering what could’ve been. We got life to LIVE and things to BUILD! 💯

Got to put respect on the communities that started this bbq shit. Shout out my @BoredApeYC

🙏🔥 YOU CAN’T PRAY FOR PEACE WHILE ENTERTAINING CHAOS! Sometimes the biggest blessing isn’t what God ADDS to your life, but what He helps you WALK AWAY FROM! 💯 Not every argument deserves your energy, and not every invitation deserves your presence! Who’s learning that PEACE is priceless? 🙌

This is the way ⬇️

instagram.com/reel/Dejf9w0PY… THIS IS INSANE

SEEDS ON THE CORNER Chapter 5: The Storm Junior made the drop. On the way back, he took one of the pills to "take the edge off." They found him in his car on the side of the freeway at sunrise. He was sixteen. At the funeral, Junior's little sister held onto Mario's hand and wouldn't let go. Mario stared at the casket and kept thinking the same thing. That backpack was handed to me first. That should have been me. After that, something in him went cold. He stopped going to the garden. He deleted the Bible app and let Augustine's calls ring out. At night he lay awake scrolling, angry at the streets, at his father and at God most of all. One night Lupita climbed onto his bed. "Mario, are you going to leave us too?" He couldn't answer her. A week later, Augustine found him in the back pew of St. Anne's, the little church on 4th Street. He knelt beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Cry, mijo. God is big enough to hold your anger. But don't let the anger hold you." Mario shook the hand off. "Where was God when Junior was dying on the side of the freeway? I prayed for six years, and look where it got us." Augustine's eyes filled. "I said those same words when Danny died. Then I went looking for the man who did it. Mijo, don't walk the road I walked." But Mario was already standing up. That night, Chuy texted him a name: the crew from across the tracks who pressed the pills that killed Junior. Mario wrote back four words. "I need a strap." To be continued…