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LIFE


We got blacks killin blacks man wussup wit that. Mlk marched for what he have today and y'all wanna kill and take the pride away Rosa sat for freedom and we still get on the bus and wanna fuss and cuss. While sitting in the back.  All that hard work for nothin. They look down on us with tears n there eyes and say they worked so hard for the young we have today.  A white kills a black and he gets a year or 2. On some second degree bullshit and american knows its true. I don’t get how u get second degree man slaughter and in 3 years you can go back home and see you daughter. I rob a sto and the police at my dough telling my family I wont see them no mo. why. is it the color of my skin, or the darkness within, a non colored persons heart. Im not a raciest cause I love mexican women, live next door to a asian, go to school with whites, like the way itailians make cars, best friend with a bosnian, play football with jamicans, and to top it all off I have a hungurian girl friend over seas. Us blacks sit n the back & isolate ourselves from the whites in the front who gain all the wealth  lets get out and make a name for ourselves and be CEO's and not NIGGAS on parol To many black athletes n rappers out in the world let's get more people off the streets and overcrowd the colleges rather than jail cells  I don't live n the hood or ghetto but I have seen some things  Seen a guy get jumped in front of his girl. After seeing that it change my whole world. He had blood dripping from head to toe and if I had a 44(foe foe) I would blast the guys who hit him fa show We tell ourselves I will help if I see something like that. But when in fact it happens u just freeze.......some guy asks are u gunna help and someone says bitch please. Now my heart is racing and I'm n shock this was worst than the time biggie beefed wit PAC. when you put a gun to someone face you such a disgrace, put ya dukes up then really show me wussup. as pops said on friday, you win some you loose some, but you win, you win to fight another day As an upcoming successful black man I have to set the tone, and not be sterotyped by society. My insides kills me with anxiety daily because of all the stress and when I look ahead at the rest of my life to what I want to be. my life will consist of 3 words. Dreams Inspiration and Reality.
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dante11

sports.waffles.sneaker head.love to write, love to have fun, and imma work hard this summer to be the best

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life in my eyes

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