nigga minded

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before you read this understand you don't have to be black to be nigga minded no ofense

Submitted: November 16, 2017

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NIGGA MINDED

FUCK SCHOOL I’M SKIPPING, HIS COLOR IS MY COLOR, BUT WE AIN’T BROTHERS, HE AIN’T SHIT BUT NIGGA,

IN SCHOOL FUCK THE BOOKS AND THE TEACHERS, I’M JUST HERE FOR THE BITCHES, BUT SHE SAY SHE PREGNANT I’M GOING TO TREAT HER LIKE SHIT, IN HER MIND, IT’S A BABY BOY, BUT IN MY MIND, THE SOON TO BE BORN FATHERLESS CHILD, DON’T EXIST. SO MUCH BULL SHIT OVER MY EYES, I WALK AROUND BLINDED, IT’S CLEAR TO SAY I’M NIGGA MINDED. I STAY STRAPPED, AND READY TO FIGHT ,DISRESPECTING MY MOM AND FATHER, HANGING OUT ALL NIGHT, COMMIT A COUPLE CRIMES, SO MY NIGGAS AND BITCHES THINK I’M LIVING THAT LIFE, MY MOM RAISE ME, BUT I ACT LIKE, I DON’T KNOW WRONG FROM RIGHT, YELLING NIGGAS THIS AND NIGGA THAT, BITCH THIS AND BITCH THAT, TO LAZY TO GET A JOB, I’M GOING TO SELL CRACK, I’M A HOOD NIGGA I STAY IN THE TRAP, NOT LOOKING FOR FAITH SO I CAN’T FIND IT, IT’S CLEAR TO SAY I’M NIGGA MINDED CAN’T HANG WITH MY NIGGAS, IF I DON’T DO WHAT THEY DO, SO I SMOKE WEED AND GET DRUNK. TO FIT IN WITH THE CREW, WHEN SOMEONE AS ME A QUESTION, I REPLY WITH NO SENSE, ALWAYS TALKING BOUT THE HOOD AND NIGGAS, LIKE THAT’S ONLY IT, RATHER BEEN A DOCTOR ARE LAWYER, I’M GOING TO BE A BLOOD ARE CRIP, THE DEVIL TOLD ME, YOU GETTING OLDER NOW, TIME TO QUIT, BUT BEFORE YOU GO, TEACH THE YOUNG GENERATION THE SAME THING, SO THEY WON’T BE SHIT. WHEN ONE DIES, I BLAME GOD, BUT THE DEVILS BEHIND IT, IT’S CLEAR TO SAY I’M NIGGA MINDED, ONE DAY, NIGGA WALK DOWN THE STREET, LOOKING TUFF, SO WE JUMPED THAT NIGGA, HE SAID I BE BACK, I REPLIED I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, COUPLES WEEKS FLEW BY, I KNEW HE WAS SUCKER ….., WAIT NOT IN FRONT OF MY MOTHER… POW. MY MOM SCREAMING, AS SHE WATCHING ME BLEED, TRYING TO FIND THE LORD NOW, HOPING HE HEAR MY PLEA. HE MUST BEEN BUSY. WEEKS LATER... MY MOM BURIED ME, NOW I REALIZED, MY WHOLE LIFE, DEATH I YEARNED, THANKS FOR TAKING ME LORD, DIDN’T GIVE ME A CHANCE, TO TEACH MY LITTLE BROTHER THE SHIT I LEARNED. AND MY MOM, HER ONLY QUESTION WAS WHY, AND I WISH, I WISH I COULD REPLY, LAYING IN MY COFFIN, ONLY THE TRUTH IS BEEN TOLD, I CAN’T TELL NO MORE LIES, MONTHS LATER, MY MOM STILL CRYING, I’M SORRY MOM I WAS SO NIGGA MINDED. BY Marcus Sowell 3/20/14


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