Hey, listen. You do it once. Now it’s “yours.” “Just handle it.” Like that’s respect. I fix it. They dump more. Then act shocked when I bite back. They don’t ask. They decide. They don’t care. They just take. Not your tool No. No. Not your tool. Not me. Call it “team.” Call it “trust.” I call it theft. Cold. Right in my face. And when it snaps guess who’s “responsible.” All that “brother” talk? Gone when the weight shows up. Handshake. Backslap. “Appreciate you.” Sure. Funny how “thanks” never turns into backup. Say “good job.” Don’t pay me. Say “we’re family.” Then blame me. Not your tool No. No. Not your tool. Not me. Call it “team.” Call it “trust.” I call it theft. Right— Right in my face. Time out. Listen close. You lean again I let it drop. You call it “family” I call it “cost.” No more favors. No more free. You want a tool? Go buy a machine. One skill—one curse. One favor—forever. Not “brother.” Not “buddy.” Just leverage. Not your tool No. No. Not your tool. Not me. Call it “team.” Call it “trust.” I call it theft. Right— Right in my face. Try me Try me Try me Try me
