My brain has processed how I feel and what I think about Stephon Clark. I feel so strongly about police brutality I shut down emotionally. I know being angry isn't okay. I never have the right to be angry. I don't understand why people attack me for getting angry about something I should be angry about. If I'm sad people console me, if i'm happy people join in, but if I'm angry I get reprimanded for feeling a natural feeling.
I must be as fukked up as I think I am. When I was young if someone jumped or robbed one of my friends we got revenge on that person or people. It was the only response. Wasn't no peace talk or apologies. You jump my nikka we're jumping someone. If one of my friends got robbed we'd find the person and beat them with bats.
I aint a gangster at all. But I am a man. Maybe I was raised in a fukked up way, but I can't see allowing someone to violate me as ever being okay. I remember the homies and I had a rule. We'd rather take the ass whooping and walk away with our pride than be a bytch and live life as a bytch. Having the reputation of a bytch was a death sentence. It was worse than being gay. There were some gay dudes in my hood would beat nikkas the fukk up. So people left them alone. That's why I don't assume all gay dudes are soft. I've seen a very feminine man put hands on hella nikkas. Shout out Lamar, for real!
Shout out Richmond and Oakland. The cities that raised me. Ain't no suckas out here. Even the girls in Oakland will cut a nikka fast and break his pockets. Richmond girls will hold the weapon for you.
Im definitely raising my kids in the hood. IDGAF what anybody says. I don't ever want to them think being a bytch is acceptable. Male or female, gay straight, trans. W/E. You gotta have self respect and not allow people to disrespect or put hands on you. I'm small but my heart is bigger than my body. Cats don't try me. They know I will let these hands go on sight.
RIP Stephon Clark. He had a beautiful family. My heart breaks for his young sons who have to grow up without their pops. And he wanted to be around. THat's the fukked up part. The punk ass police took a father away from his young sons. I'm uh poor some of this beer out for the fallen homie.
My nikka is in heaven with Pac, X, and King right now. Tell em' I want to come too, but I gotta do the Lord's work in this hell. Our job ain't done down here.