It bothers me to see a big fish stunting in a small pond. If the fish was with fish of it's size it wouldn't be flexing. Everybody needs to compete with their peers, but some men are weak ass bytches. They want to win so bad they pick weaker competition. A champion, a real man, lays down whoever is front of them, and seeks out challenges. Why would I walk up a hill when I can climb a mountain?
I'm proud of black men, we choose to climb the fukking mountain. Every day a black man wakes up with a goal and practical plan God smiles. fukk the Bay Area BTW. Motherfukkers interrupted BHM to celebrate other cultures. There's one town I know of that treats BHM like a national holiday. I swear to God I hate everybody. People are going to be p*ssy as fukk when black men have a meeting about closing the doors to our culture.
The disrespect is at an all time high. The hatred is blatant. But we can't slap these ho ass nikkas and we can't verbally thrash them. People push us and tie our hands. If we respond we're wrong. That's called a trap.
There's nothing I can do about it by myself. Me standing up isn't doing shyt, although I do it every day. I wish other black men would grow a pair and stop being passive when people are spitting in the faces of our ancestors and future children.
I work too hard to be treated like a criminal. I ain't asking for anything other than fair treatment.