Born into the world with the weight of the world on your shoulders. The doctor smacks you on your ass and its your first day of life but you are so much older. As you crawl, walk, run, climb up life's mountain the avalanche of your environment fall on you like boulders. Before you can understand lessons and comprehend the curriculum you are overloaded with too much information for your mental folder. Before you learn how to make peace, you are handed a gun and by circumstance not choice you are a soldier! You are thrown into a war in the streets which are flaming hot with only a skillet in hand, when you also need a pot holder! You learn how to go to war fighting a battle against protecting your sister, and how to kill your brother! If there is no father present, your future is walking in the same foot steps from the past not holding the hand of your mother! Instead of having a childhood, you are having a child in the hood. Instead of playing kid games, you are picking kid names. Instead of double dutch and jumping rope, you are smoking a double dutch and hooked on or selling it or just a dope. How can you live life through a child's eyes when you look in a mirror and see no child. What you do see is a little thug, a little baby mama, a little crack head, a little chicken head, a little man on his way to jail and a little girl/woman gone wild. The cycle is suppose to be you are born, you grow up, you have children, you take care of them, they grow up and take care of you until you pass. Slavery was so long ago, but the devastating affect it has had and continue to have is longer than a Negro spiritual song would last. Before you enjoy being a child, your parents are usually gone making a living and society brings life at you so fast. The street life, the videos, the media, and all other outside influences make you do anything for cash. So there needs to be stronger inside influences who may be young themselves but need to think older and share much needed knowledge. Age is just but a number so wisdom needs to be passed on not from someone in the streets but from someones college. There have been so many young boys and young girls, young men and young women, and young gentlemen and young ladies souls lost that when you think about it you become numb. There has to be a better way for us to make it in this world than for these generations to LIVE OLD and DIE YOUNG!!

R.I.P. to all of our fallen sisters and brothers!!!

Death comes easy, its Life that is hard!!!!
Death Hurts, but Life hurts more!!!!!