#hoodmentality

What of this ‘hood nigga?’ This…real nigga. These little boys posed as men. From what I’ve seen they are so lost. I cannot speak on such things without my own flaws being thrown back in my face. Many of which stem from the disappointment in what they believe makes them men. They spend hours on end playing a video game, passing money back and forth amongst each other. Whether they get together or not, no matter what day of the week they poppin bottles. All their money goes towards gambling, drinking and trying to look fly. Their kids, their women become an afterthought in the competition for who can pretend they ‘that nigga’ the most. I understand. Growing up surrounded by abandoned houses, liquor stores and overwhelming police presence can weigh heavy on a person. Mixed in with poverty and poor education, the brainwashing is easy. It’s sad to sit back and watch. I try to teach him what it is to be a family man, but do I really know? I’m not a man. I didn’t grow up with enough of a male presence to know. I only can go by what my pop pop and dad showed me. He’s come such a long way. But those poisonous habits will forever lay dormant in the back of his mind. And it’s only a matter of time before it starts rearing its ugly head again. I wish these black men could see what and who they really are. They would move so differently. In such a more positive vibrational way, without these walls built up so high that no one can get passed them. They would lead. They would see each other as kings and us as their queens. But here we are. Niggas and bitches. Hating each other. Functioning from our lower selves. Fueled by hatred, fearing vulnerability. And here I love my black man through it all.

In the hood it’s all about stacking paper. Getting that money. Hustling. Yet the black community is overcome with poverty. Why? The hood mentality is all about looking good. If you got the right gear, whipping the right car…you that nigga. It doesn’t matter if you live in ya mom basement or living off ya bm. You are a good parent as long as ya kids rockin them Js. Nevermind that they acting up and bringing home bad grades. Nevermind that you screaming in their face, cussing them out everyday. They got what they wanted for Christmas! The concept of building wealth is not understood among black youth in the hood. They do not realize that their behavior is a direct result of social engineering. TV tells them who to be, what to wear, how to talk, what to care about. White corporations take the money we throw at them for petty material things, and build empires with it. While we lay in the slums of our communities poppin bottles, killing each other and pumping our chests. The loudest one is the weakest one in the room. Go on Facebook(Trenton) and you’ll see a bunch of young black youth screaming to the world how great they are. How wonderful their life is. You’ll see a bunch of poppin off. A bunch of holier than thou mentalities. But what you won’t see is unity. What you don’t see is knowledge of self, dignity, self love. But who cares as long as you are driving that benz, right? You can tell how irrelevant a person feels by how badly they need to be seen. And in the hood, everybody wants to be seen.