Man, I'm with Kanye on this one. Killing some wack shit. And excuse my language, but it's truth.
Folks don't fight no more huh? Man I remember memories of Cooley High fights where dudes in tight ass leather jackets and old school hats fought; and be it wrong or right, nobody ended up dead...well, most of the times.
Not anymore. Seems to be that our generations are quick to shoot. Shoot first, ask questions never. Too many of us swear that human souls are bullet proof. And love is a gun.
And guns are these punks fists out here. They killing babies, grandparents...themselves. Pretty soon, there's not going to be anymore generations to prepare for and raise. They are all due to parish by bullets in the next decade or less. At mass amounts.
Killers most of the times pull that trigger because they're confused. And angry. And mislead. And because of stingy budgets for after school programs. Neighbors who'd rather watch than call the damn police. Haters who can't channel their own insecurities so they take a life to validate their own. Young, lazy ass daddies and momma's too busy "doing them" and not protecting their children. Crooked police....The list goes on. And on. And on.
I blame all of us. Even me.
What are we going to do? We're like the machines and the guns took the form of human life in our streets. They speak for our pain and misunderstandings. And the madness is everywhere. People laying each other down with no respect of life and the life that our Lord gave us. His only begotten son out her getting sprayed by 16s and 38s. How that make you feel? Because it hurts me. Like hell.
So who has a solution? Because I spend my nights thinking about a movement where I can help keep my baby alive out here in these streets. And your babies, too.
So initially, the sole purpose of From Vee to You, was to spread love...my way. Here's my part...I've always been better with words on paper. And of course it's not enough. But it's my start. Because my fear is rising for our babies out here yall. And they're not safe to even go outside and embody their innocence. Hell, neither are we. We have killing with no remorse, depicting a life my ancestors lived hundreds of years ago. And gun shots travel with harsh winds and end lives on petty dealings and mistakes where the bullet wasn't even intended for the young man whose momma won't sleep tonight. And I don't want to be that momma. I don't want it to be my momma. Or yours.
Be serious about what you can do to take your hood back. Because it sickens my stomach to turn on the news and hear about it. I get tired of logging on to Facebook and Twitter "RIPs"... And in Chi City alone, our summer has taken so many souls. I call it trigger happy season.
Wonder what the next season will bring...and just thinking about the possibilities hurt the depths of me. Because as you're reading this, gunfire is ending somebody's future.
Love,
Vee
