Let Me Tell You Something, Brother: Don’t Judge Me, Jack

Listen up, brothers and sisters, ‘cause I’m about to drop some Hulkster-level truth on ya! Every time I step out, struttin’ my stuff down the street, I get those looks. You know the ones—those side-eye glares like I’m some kinda problem, like there’s something wrong with me, dude. Well, let me tell you something, brother, in the words of the immortal Hulk Hogan: you don’t know the half of it, jack!

I’ve been payin’ my dues longer than you can imagine. While you’re out there gettin’ offended over this or that, cryin’ about how I look or what I’m doin’, I was out here grindin’ before you were even in diapers! That’s right, brother—I was probably helpin’ your grandparents back in the day, workin’ hard when nobody else stepped up to the plate. They were grandparents then, jack, and I was holdin’ it down, makin’ sure they were taken care of.

So, you wanna stare? You wanna judge? Go ahead and be offended, dude, ‘cause it don’t mean nothin’ to me! I’ve been through the wars, puttin’ in the work, liftin’ up those who needed it most. You think your dirty looks are gonna faze me? Not a chance, brother! I’m walkin’ tall, powered by the Hulkamania runnin’ wild in my veins. So, whatcha gonna do when the truth of my hustle and heart comes crashin’ down on you?!

Keep your eyes on your own path, jack, and let me keep doin’ what I do best—bein’ me, brother! Hulkamania’s still alive, and I ain’t slowin’ down for nobody!

Grok AI wrote this, but you don't know the half of it while you are whining about this whining about that and give me that look that I don't belong, I need to remind you I was in the group homes helping out when your generation doesn't know what they are yelling at. Yeah I am upset and I earned being upset when you have to learn to respect. And respect that I helped out when you would have turned your nose at the people I would have helped out.