The last thing I wanna talk about is a black man getting beaten for the freedom black men abuse today.

Please...

Those black men worked hard!
Picking crops until they drowned in a pool of blood, sweat and tears,
Biting their tounges when Mr. Slave Massah spat a sly comment, verbally stabbing their mind and self worth,
Giving their wives and children away like a piece of dirt,

Dirt. What black men evolved into.

The rags that the slaves wore changed color over time, 
Assigning each black man to every street of the poor excuse of civiliization of what we call
The Hood
The Ghetto
The Projects
Shredding their belts so that their pants sink lower than their IQ's

Slaves died for the freedom I get today!
And black men just throw it away for the theories pf "swag" and "the thug life"
Drinking, smoking, sexing, shooting, vandalizing
All cheating death
And bringing it to the innocent people
Children, mothers, fathers
Living one day and dying the next
From a stray black bullet
From a black gun
In the hands of a black man

No.

I knew better than that, and I'm better than them.

I got tired of their thuggish ways and chose the education that was granted to me, to stay away from the stereotypes, the wasted talents, tainted potentials, and empty minds, in hope to lead youth to the "lighter" side of life.