Im chilling listening to my sad music. Max B- First Of The Month. Max the only rapper since Pac to make u feel his pain.
I digress today got me feeling more down than usual
I feel trapped in this facade of a society with no way out. I keep trying to come up with these schemes in my head on how I'm going to escape but the reality is...there is no escape. Life is a perpetual re-run everyday like that movie groundhogs day with Bill Murray. A never ending loop.
My life is a practical joke man. I was at my shytty pizza shop job today and that's the only job available to a black man here and I got into with this little east Indian shift manager last shift.
https://www.thecoli.com/threads/i-hate-indians-man-i-want-to-choke-my-coolie-co-worker.644009/
He blamed me for taking a pizza to the wrong address when somebody on the line labeled it wrong. He was talking slick , talking down to me and of course I had to get in his face and tell him don't blame me for shyt I didn't 'do plus I'm not a child I'm a grown man. I wanted to tell him if he got a problem we can go outside but that's not the answer. I'm to old for shyt like that man. So he told the store manager (some white bytch) and shes chastising me and I'm thinking to myself "damn I cant believe I'm in this position." I got a acne face white girl telling how to speak to people.
Then I go to another pizza shop because we bought pizza and wings tonight. I hate dealing with cacs or giving them my money but I love pizza so I made an exception. I go into the spot right and of course theres this typical cuck looking Howie Mendell looking cac looking at me like he never seen a black man in person with that "Get Out" look in his eye like he wanted my black skin to keep. He got on his cac clothes, dad shoes, polo tucked in his above the knee shorts and medium length white socks. He see me looking fly. In shape, body toned up and looking fly in my wack ass work uniform and he had this weird lust. If nobody was area Im sure he would've made a pitch for me to cuckold his wife. I know thats what he wanted. She was checking me out too.
Thats whats it like being a black man in Amerikkka. Surrounded by weirdos, death, jail, jealousy. Vultures everywhere.
I'm at the age where I'm supposed to be somebody father, somebody husband
 and have a house but I'm scrapping for dimes . I cant even just quit because I actually need the money until I graduate school. I got my pre-hire already for trucking but I still need this little change to hold me down until the fall.
I felt so low having to submit as man. Amerikkka likes to keep a black man as a child. Its almost like you having to be willing to die for your basic respect. Its illegal for a black man to be a man in this country. They'll do anything to keep you under some sort of shackles. Everytime we figure an exit we usually end up dead or in jail. Many the black men in prison is our leaders esp the ones for non violent crimes. They were our most ambitious and strongest and that's a threat , so they left the hood with the dusty nikkas that cant build or lead men.
Why u think they through Ralo in Jail? they didn't care about him selling dope and stunting..it was the fact he bought that apartment complex and gave ppl free rent and the fact he had young black men practicing Islam. That's scary, not diamonds and cars. His influence as a independent strong black man scared them.
I digress...I wish I was a real grown man. I wished I lived in a majority black city with a circle of like minded friends. Being solo constantly fighting for my respect and sanity has taken a toll on me over the years. Only thing I got left to keep me going is my faith in the most high. without that I don't know where I would be.
I don't even know if feels like to be a free adult in this country. I'm supposed to be looking for a baby sitter to watch the kids while me in my wife have date tonight , getting dressed up and us enjoying yourselves but instead I'm sitting in a small room alone reminiscing on the past on a Saturday July evening.
The older I get the more I think about the past and how things used to be. Things were different back then. It was dark, violent but we had a community back in the day. The black community had so much soul. We were our own people. That's the only world I knew as a kid. I wish I could go back to that time and be a kid forever. Things were so different. I feel so outta place in modern times man. Like I don't even know how to adjust . I feel like an Alien out here. I feel like fabulous , a young OG. old enough to be wise but young and powerless enough to even implement it. I feel buried alive. A dead man walking but aware of it.
 I'm a lost soul just wandering this earth waiting for my time the pearly gates call me home.