Honesty of rarity
Or, "Like pleasure for painful Truths"
25JAN2023; 0808, WED– Maryland, USA
So much wrong; so little time. First off: 17, 16, and 15 year olds aren't children.
They're not legal, and they're someone's baby; sure. Same time: There's 14 year olds out here that can almost pass for Soldiers.
We literally refer to them as "military fighting age" at ~12 years old in the Army. Second: We let corrupt politicians cripple the economy so much that the youth's only options are addiction, war, and/or prison.
Good job, Famo. The village notion went out the window with our vigilance; apparently.
How is it a known fact that the gov't facilitated the crack epidemic; tho, we are somehow equally aware that we aren't entitled to any sorta reparations? The math ain't mathing; 'cause I'm not even ready to begin discussing slavery, the lynching era, and/or Jim Crow's impact on modern day society.
Y'all got the right one today! Them corruption liaisons—er, political reps I mentioned earlier usually got straps, and /or someone ready to rep said tools on their behalf's; in their gated communities, more oft than not.
Meanwhile, we're hamstrung and in squalor; whole time. Make it make sense; cause try as I might...
Lastly, how many of y'all mentor? Who all goes into the hoods to help uplift others from where we once were?
Which one of y'all publicly told a corrupt "leader" bout themselves recently? I'll wait...
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Nefarious Darrius
I'm a Grunt who’s been stuck in traffic for the past few decades or so. From DC to Seattle & Iraq; to back in "The Swamp". Also, I Love my Progeny more than life. Born Day: 4/20. Lastly, my apparel brand, War ‘N’ Tees is live! One Love.
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Comments (1)
I know when I was sixteen i felt that i was not a child, although My mother bought the food and provided my housing. I seemed to ignore all that. Some interesting issues