Author’s Note: I remember standing on the stoop of my grandmother’s brownstone in Harlem, and we watched a line of people form because the drug supply had come in. There were young men in business suits, mothers with baby carriages, and wide mix of ages. My grandmother turned to me and said, “This sure is a weak society out here.” Given the time she grew up in, and the circumstances she had to endure, I had no answer. Did our ancestors really fight so hard, so long to survive, so we could kill ourselves, and say it was someone else’s fault?
“The CIA put drugs in our neighborhoods.”
And we used them.
“The government put guns in our neighborhood.”
We used those too.
So let me ask you: If I put a bomb on your doorstep,
and you take it inside, and it blows up on you,
who’s responsible for the damage it caused?
The key to countering conspiracies is sabotage,
Break the strings
Become a real man
instead of a ‘real nigga’
And free yourself.