The tragedy of the hood -- is that you don't have time to think
We are the source of our tragedies and salvations
But how do you find salvation when bullets nearly rip through your most valuable asset
Rent needs to be paid and the kids need to be fed
And in the middle of all of this you understand that we need to protect ourselves from ourselves
and that is tragedy
We need a quiet place to reflect, to gather, and collect our thoughts -- harness and focus them so that we direct them at our greatest enemy -- ourselves.
But I cant do that because I am always worried about you
Will a close friend become and ally or an enemy and I have to navigate these thoughts daily and sometimes hourly.
And then when all damage is done, you realize that the only person you can really trust is you. But you should have known that all along.
Tragedy.