I wonder, Hood Nigga

The trials of a hood nigga much like a public figure always making sure that the eyes on him can see him shine. Much like the hood nigga a public figure seems to figure his struggle is worse than mine. No matter how hard you work or scrap from the bottom to the top there is always a nigga that want to see you rot. No more does he see you as a king because a hood nigga is all he ever seemed to be. How I wish he could change his mind find a new hustle start a new grind but instead he sits, lie and wait for the day when he can steal yo plate. Whats wrong with the hood nigga what has taken his mind? Could it be that he was raised too fast to early and had to make a dollar out of a dime. Or maybe because he once had a dream to have a dream but stolen was his promise of hope so the financial freedom of dope seemed more appealing. Or maybe just maybe he wasn’t willing, you know willing to make a change and change his name to Muhammad and become a brother of the nation and he couldn’t find Jesus on the street so mary couldn’t grant him salvation. So it makes me wonder of the origins of this hood nigga, did he always not have a home, was he destined to be lost and alone. To be loved by hoes filled with holes of abandoned fathers. I wonder. If he ever looked at his mother and desired to be accompanied by a queen or did he not think the trap would be a suitable living. Did he trust that he could flip a key but not trust himself enough to believe. I wonder, Hood Nigga! How do you feel when you drive by slow all tinted windows and put holes into the future of your people? How do you sleep with pistols under your pillow, does it not leave your mind uneasy? How does it feel that every black life matters except your own because with every drop of blood you are that much closer to becoming a blood bank. Self operated and motivated by hate. I wonder hood nigga do you ever consider your fate or the fact that we are dying at an alarming rate! Wake up hood nigga! Look at you! You have become the pawn used by the system to infiltrate your own community and you can’t even see it nigga. I wonder hood nigga if you died today would you be more than a face on a white tee or would you be that nigga that we hated to see leave. Family trees plant seeds of wisdom to be passed on from autumn to spring, I wonder hood nigga are you more than what you seem. I wonder hood nigga, what are your dreams?

This was just a mind spill I hope you enjoy and don’t forget to comment below #BeButtNaked