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I sit here and I wonder, “what is life about?”. Where I live ……where I’m from….. all I’ve seen……People wasting their lives striving to obtain what these rap icons glorify. The money , drugs, girls, guns, and death. R.I.P. written on every crumbling brick wall. Run down homes with windows covered with planks of wood leaking mold out of never ending cracks. Down the walls. Down the street. Down the faces of these young people who watch their neighborhood rot right before their eyes. If this is what life’s about then I don’t want to live. Not that life. I don’t want to “live for the struggle” when there’s a struggle to live. I want a peace of mind. I’m scared for my future. For our future as a people. Where are we going with these useless dreams? Dreams that aren’t really dreams at all but manifestations of a slaves mind craving what we believe only the master can obtain. These yearns causing us to dig ourselves deeper into poverty and pushing us further away from what it is we’re actually seeking…….freedom. Freedom was never cheap but has never costed so much. Our physical being may be “free”. But our mental selves have not been able to break loose from the desperation that we felt as slaves. We’ve “gotta have it”. We’ll “do anything to get it” That’s how we “survive”. But the last time I checked not having a chain didn’t kill me. Nor a car. Nor a milli. So what is it really? Are we trying to prove that we can? That we are? Money doesn’t make us equal. We were born equal. And we were born with nothing. So what is it really that life is about?