Gangsta

From the author: The tale I’m about to run down to you is deep, so please pay close attention. It is a tale that reflects a lot of what we go through today as being young men of color. We struggle every day trying to make ends meet, in a world that ain’t got a whole lot of love for us. We do what we can when we can in hopes of a better tomorrow, that never seems to come. We do what we have to in order to get the things we need, for ourselves, as well as our loved ones. Whether you hustle, pimp, whore, or pull heist, I feel you. It's all in the name of survival. I feel you because I am you. The endangered species. The young black man. Whether this book sells one copy or one million, it is what it is, only god can dictate fate. But if I can help somebody by putting my thoughts to paper, then I’ve accomplished something. To those who came up under me, peep-game. To my elders, I’ve learned from your mistakes, so your lessons weren’t wasted nor your warnings unheeded. To those who feel misunderstood or unwanted, walk with me, and know that you’re not alone. To those who feel that life has only given one option, there’s light at the end of every tunnel. I don’t knock nobodies hustle ‘cause survival is rule number one. But you gotta understand that we do have options, all we gotta do is look. I know to a lot of people, this probably sounds like some ol’ bullshit, but I’m speaking from the heart. A heart just like yours. The heart of a man who has fallen time and again only to rise and continue on, so you know it’s possible. Walk with me, my niggaz, as I tell you about my peoples.