Niggas are living contradictions. Niggas stick to their convictions. Niggas fall prey to addictions. Niggas are full of unfulfilled ambitions. And some niggas are just full of shit. Always talking' about what they about to do or trying to get. Niggas know a lot, they just ain't applying it yet. See niggas wax and wane. Niggas love to complain. Niggas love to hear themselves talk, but hate to explain. Some are trained to love outwardly and hate within. Desire what they can't have, give away what they can. Niggas are so superstitious, but they claim to know God. And they live simple lives, they think it's so hard. Niggas love being another mans' judge and jury. Niggas love to be late. Niggas hate to be hurried. Niggas procrastinate until it's time to worry. That's why when niggas get back to the corner they love to throw flurries.



But I love niggas. Niggas embody the truth, the good, bad, and the ugly.



But niggas are beautiful too. Niggas live lives as kings born to queens who never taught them what their reign means. But niggas are learning. Niggas are building. Niggas are finding their place at their own pace. Niggas are having children. Making symbolic unions with worthy women. The genitors of the dream soon to be deferred no more. The encore to our suffering from our elders' pain. They will reclaim our glory. Continue our original story. As it was in the beginning, is now and forever will be the nigga in me.