You are looking at things so simple minded!
Your mother made it in this country when most people were able to come up if they had a goal, money went farther, and she got lucky because the value of property went up substantially. That rarely happens, so she basically hit the lottery. Plus, she spent her money on a home in a poor country, so the money went far, if you are from this country, the only place to do that is in the south, or midwest, a family friend did it. He bought a whole bunch of land in S.C. after selling one of his Brownstones in Brooklyn which he got when NYC was bad, and he got it for cheap!
The difference is our generation(45-under), and future generation, are not getting these opportunities to move up, regardless of race. There are reports about this all over the place, but you are living through your mother who is an older person, they hold most of the wealth in this country, especially when it comes to minorities like us! Most people are living off of credit, very few actually own anything.
It's sad that you still hold beliefs that are long gone, and the truth is right in your face with President Trump passing the new tax codes! As a Dominican you should be more knowledgeable, as they are the poorest latins in NYC, along with P.R.'s. If you plan to stay in NYC, you better hope your mother leaves, so that money can stretch, and she can lend you some, because its gonna get worse, before it gets better the next few years.
when he showed up with just the The rugby on in the middle of Feb. In 90 I got a lil money and had a lite chain wit the bull head pendant. My homeboy Steve from Manhattanville pjs came to check me literally wit the dooky slick Rick level jewels. He wanted to holla at a cute shorty from my buildings. Long story short we got confronted by like 30 dudes from polo grounds with they hoodies tied up to they eyes on some ninja shyt. Even with the faces covered I recognized them cause we grew up together. Steve face was on some
and jetted on some Olympics ish. They was like run ya chain. I popped it off and was like nahh. These fools tried to jump me for it but they was feeble as f@ck. I start scraping and caught on of them by the hoodie. The old heads seen me going for mines and backed most of them down on some let the fight the one on one. I bash this nicca had into every multi color cement toy they had in the play ground. They saw I was getting the better of they man's and tried jump me again. The old heads blocked me off and escort me home. I lost one of my Reebok in the scuffle. And held the chain so hard the pendant cut my hand bad. A month later I saw this bad ass stick up kid on the train and he told his man "That's the kid that gave me stitches." I been on some b.s. ever since.
Yet you’re in the thread 
The memories. 
Negged fakkit
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