Both Aaliyah and Left Eye were murdered. Little booty black skinny girls. For deciding to tell the truth about hip hop hoes.

Dream Hampton.
I’m Erica. And I am telling the truth about HIV infections in hip hop. That should have been stopped many years ago. By gangstas
Ya’ll can kill each other over hoes? You can kill a hoe moment whore. Simple.
Men never allow good women to be harmed.

Sho nuff. What you do is you wait patiently for the woman that does not betray you. As a person who has experienced lies and betrayal on the part of people I’ve loved looking for a name some fame and some money. I get it. You have to work on you first. Get right in yourself. Find a broke chic. Struggling. Who isn’t feeling herself that heavy. lol you know…
Heal your heart — all alone. No help. You create your own way by staying true to yourself.
You’ll find her. But she most likely won’t be in the industry. She’ll be in the coal. That’s where you find diamonds. Buried. It’s usually the woman who gets passed over. Just doing her. No one else. And when you meet her. Take you time. She’s probably experienced her own betrayal. And is super sensitive to others over herself because of it. If she’s all about herself? You know she is not the one.
She has to feel for you as well. And other people. She has to make it clear to niggaz from her past? No.
Breathe easy. Love is not loud. It’s not flashy. It has no color. No religion. No ability. No hoeing. It just — is.
It happens naturally. And you must work to keep it. Meet an around the way chic. You’ll be happier. Because her attention will include you as well.
Much love. Stay up! 🤗

It’s about life over death. Good over evil.
And love for all humanity.
If ahi makes you jiggidy jig. Be with Ahi. He has lots of black and brown and white women, that he has made jiggidy jig.
I’m not one of them.
He is the sun, of HIV.
I am the sun, of healthy babies.

Happy about the trans ban in the military. After what I’ve seen on black twitter? All set. Fight like a man. Or woman. No gender change needed. In the body you were born in. I support a lifetime of pharmys for those who were too mentally ill to not know that changing your penis into a vagina or your vagina into a penis.
Is really? A mental health issue.
Stemming from abuse.
Men. Wake up.
a big butt and a smile is never enough.
No matter how many words a hoe spits on a mic. How pretty she looks. How well she dresses. What makeup she’s wearing. The heels she’s in. Her hairstyle.
Or the way her face is highlighted by herself. Not her, supporting you. Just her talkin abstractly about love.
Say his name!
And not for money, and some fame.
But because you love him for the man he is.
YG.
Wit me.
No. hoe. You’re a grown ass woman. It’s women like you who are completely responsible for what has happened to the youth. You up here being a hoe, spreading HIV and acting like that shit’s cute.
People have actually — copied your actions.
Amd you had the fuckin nerve. You and Dream Hampton and your crew of black twitter hoes to blame that trash on me.
That is not my lifestyle. At all. Never has been.

Respect when a person tells you no.
You harm humans.
No one ever told you to find Amiri Baraka and fuck that nigga. For a name, some fame, and some money.
I’m such a classy lady, that nigga couldn’t even shake my hand. I don’t sell my body to get put on, for poetry or raps or films or “art”.
I’m a woman. Legs shut. And silent.
I would rather have a destroyed career. Death threats. A 9 to my head. Struggling working delivery, sick from all the abuse, eating collard greens and kale. Scraping pennies.
Before I would ever sell my body.
Or compromise my integrity.
Or betray another woman.
All you are to me, and all you ever will be is the 180 reflection of who I never was. And never will be.
You a symbol of HIV infected black women on twitter. Who wanted me dead.
Black women rock!! You have marketed HIV in hip hop for 25 years.
You are not hip hop. That’s a fact. You’re a murderer. A premeditated murderer. Calling me “Eric” to Talib Kweli. One of my favorite rappers of all time. Lying to him and fuckin his whole head up with your sociopathic Neanderthal trash craziness.
You are not me. Dream Hampton is not me. None of you hoes are or can be me.
I’m
man.
Back from the “dead”.
