I think some of yall just like to argue and hear yourself talk. Look the streets aren't going to change. The mentality isn't going to change. Let these folks live their life and we live ours. It's like my granny always told me "Son the same folks you see on that corner today gone be on that same corner 30 years from now". She didn't lie. If they are not on the corner some how some way one of their relatives will be. Sad, but true.
Bruh, you ain't neva lied. I remember one year I came home for spring break, and just rolled through the hood to holla at the fella's, and sure enough, the same spot I left them at, was the same spot I found them at, and after pulling up, and having a convo with the crew, my man, the late Big Al told me these words "Nut, you doin' hat school thang, but why you wastin' yo time with dat schit, when you know you gon' be right back here with us."
I thought for a second before responding, and I told him, "Al, if I wanted to be here wi'chu muthaphugga's I wouldn't have never left, and on that note, I'll holla." I thought about his words for a minute, and then I thought about my words back to him, and after that day, whenever I would be at the crib, I'd pass by, honk the horn, holla out the window, and keep going without stopping to talk.
The last time I saw, and talked to Al before he got killed was at the first Essence Festival, and in the few minutes we talked, he told me, he wished he would've gotten away like I did, and he was happy to see somebody get out of the hood and do something,
cuz nothing changed since I left, cuz nigra's doing the same ol schit.
It's just too bad some of these cats that make it out, have to keep coming back (never to help), and never see that nothing in the hood ever changes.
NICE