Unlikely Weapons

The full version is the only way to listen to “When Doves Cry”.

Why?

Because the radio edit cuts the best part of the song…

the ending.

The harmonizing. The guitar. The synth. The…screams. 🤣

I could listen to that ending on repeat forever.

And it’s not just with music.

It’s with everything.

How many people want the radio edit version of life?

How many people cut the work? Cut the struggle? Cut the moment just before the breakthrough?

They just want the payoff.

It doesn’t work like that.

You cut the end…you cut the meaning.

You cut the struggle…you cut the strength.

You cut the process…you cut the result.

The full version hits different because of what’s built before it.

But you don’t get the ending you want without the beginning and the middle.

Same with your body. Same with your relationships. Same with your wealth. Same with your life.

You don’t get to cut your way into being a Builder.

You don’t get to skip the reps and keep the presence.

Listen to the full version…or don’t listen at all.

Do the full work…or don’t do it at all.

Half measures give you half-built men.

And brother…

we don’t build half men.

We build the full thing.

There is no “radio edit” path to a strong life.

Respect the full process.

Turn off the shortcuts.

Run the full track.

Do the full work.

Brick by brick.

I noticed something.

Move Ya Body by Nina Sky. Culo by Pitbull and Lil Jon. After Hours by Kehlani.

Different artists. Different titles. Same DNA.

So I stitched them together (along with the Move Ya Body instrumental to kick things off) into one tight 14-minute run.

No skips. No dead spots.

Just rhythm that carries you.

It’s awesomely hypnotic.

Perfect for:

• A hard cardio finisher
• Locking in for deep work
• A late-night drive when the highway’s empty
• Cleaning the house like you’re in a music video 🤣

It’s not complicated.

It’s just momentum.

And momentum is underrated.

Pro tip: Loop it for more awesomeness.

14 minutes becomes 28. 28 becomes 56.

Sometimes bliss doesn’t need variety.

It just needs rhythm on repeat.

Here it is:

Here’s how to loop the playlist:

On Mobile (iPhone/Android)

1. Open the playlist.
2. Tap Play.
3. Tap the Now Playing bar at the bottom.
4. Look for the 🔁 Repeat icon (bottom right area).

You’ve got three modes:

• Gray = No repeat
• Green (one arrow circle) = Repeat entire playlist
• Green with “1” = Repeat current song only

For the mix:
👉 Tap until it shows green without the “1.”
That loops the whole playlist.

On Desktop

1. Open the playlist.
2. Click Play.
3. In the bottom control bar, click the Repeat icon.

Same rule:

• One click = repeat playlist
• Two clicks = repeat one song

Enjoy the beat.

We celebrate the day you exited the womb.

Cool.

But technically…that’s not when you started. That’s just when you made your public debut.

The real origin story?

Nine months earlier. In total darkness. Against astronomical odds.

Brother, conception day is the true victory.

The Argument

Think about it.

• Millions of competitors.
• One winner.
• Zero training camp.
• No prep.
• No warm-up playlist.
• No “Sad But True”.

You didn’t just show up.

You WON.

Your birthday is basically the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Conception Day?

That was the championship bout.

The Existential Angle

We obsess over cake, candles, and getting older.

But we rarely pause to think:

You were statistically impossible.

You are the product of:

• Perfect timing
• Genetic roulette
• A thousand tiny contingencies aligning

The world didn’t just “get” you.

You slipped through the cosmic cracks and made it here.

That’s worth celebrating.

Cultural Absurdity

Imagine the Hallmark aisle:

“Happy Conception Day!

“Congrats on being the fastest swimmer!”

Office parties would be awkward.

HR would need policies.

Your mom would be like:

“Please don’t talk about this at dinner.”

🤣

The Real Weapon

Here’s where it lands.

If you won the first race…

Are you living like you did?

You started life as the ultimate long shot success story.

But now how are you living?

Scared? Safe? Small?

Brother.

You’ve already beaten worse odds.

You can beat better ones.

Closing Rally

Maybe we don’t need to actually throw Conception Day parties.

But maybe once a year, instead of just blowing out candles, you ask:

Am I living like someone who fought his way into existence?

Or am I playing like someone who just happens to be here?

Because you won the first battle…

Now it’s time to win the others.

Who hasn’t thought about being a rock star?

If you love music, it’s only natural.

You hear a track that hits just right and suddenly you’re on stage—lights in your eyes, crowd moving with you, whole room bending to your rhythm.

Then reality taps you on the shoulder.

I don’t play a single instrument. I took guitar lessons as a kid, scratched the surface, learned a few chords, and walked away. My voice is deep and quiet—not exactly arena-ready.

And the final nail in the coffin?

I don’t have the thousands of invisible hours it takes to practice, rehearse, record, and bleed for the craft.

So the rock star fantasy goes back on the shelf—somewhere between pro basketball player and movie star. 😂

But here’s the thing.

It’s not the music I actually want.

It’s the becoming.

The late nights. The practice reps. The mastery earned when nobody’s watching.

That’s the real rock star fantasy—not the lights, but the forge.

So I’m shelving the guitar dreams.

Not because I can’t be a rock star—but because I chose a different stage.

The gym. The websites. The work.

Same hunger. Different instruments.

I didn’t want to.

But, I had to write about it.

Somewhere out there, in a middle school hallway, a kid just yelled “6-7!” at full volume.

Nobody knows why.

He doesn’t even know why.

But now ten other kids are yelling it too.

And that, brother, is what we call…the internet in real life.

The Origins (Probably. Maybe.)

Depending on who you ask, “6-7” either:

• Came from a rapper named Skrilla,
• Is the height of NBA star LaMelo Ball,
• Or was just two random numbers that caught fire.

No one can confirm.

No one cares.

And that’s exactly why it blew up.

The best memes don’t mean anything—they just sound like they do.

Like the universe hiccupped and Gen Alpha decided to chant it for eternity.

A Trip Down Viral Meme Lane

Let’s not act like we’re above it.

We’ve all fallen victim to the madness.

• Remember “What are those!?”
• Planking?
• Or the dark age when every human on Earth said “YEET!” at least once a day?

Yeah. We’ve all been there.

Each generation gets its own language of nonsense—a way to bond through shared absurdity.

The only difference now?

TikTok made the nonsense global…and loud.

Why We Love Dumb Things

Because deep down, it’s kind of beautiful.

A meaningless sound can unite millions of people across the world for a couple months.

It’s primal. It’s tribal.

It’s digital campfire energy—minus the warmth and plus the screen glow.

But it also shows how fragile our focus is.

A billion-dollar tech industry can make half the planet scream “6-7” before breakfast.

The Builder’s Take

You don’t have to hate it.

You just have to see through it.

Laugh at it, sure.

But don’t let your brain get rewired for meaningless loops.

Because while the world chants numbers, you’re out there stacking bricks—numbers that actually count.

Sets and reps.

Now those are numbers worth repeating.

Brickpile Lesson:

Memes fade. Muscle lasts. Your empire lasts. Laugh at the noise—then get back to the work.