I was driving downtown and the streets were dead empty...(like usual) so whatever and I seen this bummy fiend that looked like my uncle.....I was parked at the light and I got hyped because I only seen my uncle like 1 time in the last 6 years, last time I seen him, he took the money I gave him for cigarettes and copped rocks *sighs*...but whatever, its his $, he can do whatever he want ....anyway I summoned the nikka to the car window, and it dawned on me that I couldn't really remember what my uncle face looked like 100%. so I became unsure if it was actually him and we stared at each other for like 50 seconds...I was examining his face, and I couldn't get an exact match...and I was only 50% sure it was him. I went from 
and pull off as he was talking ...feeling disappointed ...because i wanted to holla at unc.....
and it made me sad...not the fact that I pulled off....because if I don't know u, then I don't fukk u....but the fact that that Buffalo NY is basically hell on earth esp for black ppl....Why is the highlight of my day....mistaking a crackhead black man for my fukking uncle who is also a drug addicted in a completely deserted downtown?
Everybody here is in such a dire state....Now that the crack era is over, everybody that was somebody is either dead, in jail , and the bright black ppl left...me and a few of my cousins are the last and were all about to leave soon.....but damn...I always wanted to make it in this city...because fukk NYC...if u can make it in Buffalo, u can make it anywhere on earth...I always wanted to prove I could do it...make something pop off in the worst circumstances by myself...Its a pride and ego thing....but it dawned on me, I cant do it...like the other others that tried and failed...
.....poverty, racism, no opportunities...nothing.....no mansland....hell on earth....and now gentrification....failing schools...kids walking the streets during school hours, once the black ppl on the eastside get kicked out into the boonies....they're really gonna be fukked....Its unique because I got to see firsthand what the future for all of america will look like....its not pretty
I feel like Buffalo made me into who I am tho, I learned alot of valuable lessons here that I appreciate ....But damn its time to finally leave while im still a young man ...but damn I wish I didn't have such a miserable experience in my hometown
and pull off as he was talking ...feeling disappointed ...because i wanted to holla at unc..... and it made me sad...not the fact that I pulled off....because if I don't know u, then I don't fukk u....but the fact that that Buffalo NY is basically hell on earth esp for black ppl....Why is the highlight of my day....mistaking a crackhead black man for my fukking uncle who is also a drug addicted in a completely deserted downtown?
Everybody here is in such a dire state....Now that the crack era is over, everybody that was somebody is either dead, in jail , and the bright black ppl left...me and a few of my cousins are the last and were all about to leave soon.....but damn...I always wanted to make it in this city...because fukk NYC...if u can make it in Buffalo, u can make it anywhere on earth...I always wanted to prove I could do it...make something pop off in the worst circumstances by myself...Its a pride and ego thing....but it dawned on me, I cant do it...like the other others that tried and failed...
.....poverty, racism, no opportunities...nothing.....no mansland....hell on earth....and now gentrification....failing schools...kids walking the streets during school hours, once the black ppl on the eastside get kicked out into the boonies....they're really gonna be fukked....Its unique because I got to see firsthand what the future for all of america will look like....its not pretty
I feel like Buffalo made me into who I am tho, I learned alot of valuable lessons here that I appreciate ....But damn its time to finally leave while im still a young man ...but damn I wish I didn't have such a miserable experience in my hometown
