Man, when your own cousins don’t respect you turn around it’s a problem.
“Yo son what the fuck happened? You used to be a monster out here cuzzin, you reading and writing books now? Nobody got time for that shit. Black people born poor, either you gon get over it and hustle or pout about it and save the world.”
…Hurts my soul, smoking haze, drinking, and complaining about significant others being in prison. Feeding the system, instead stopping to realize that’s why we starving and killing each other over scraps.
If there’s a God he better come save me, because it’s gonna be a problem for niggas world wide if I give up hope and give everybody what they want. It’s not hard to be a thug …being an intellegent self aware black man by far has been the most challenging thing I have ever faced.