the hood life

    

                                                       I ain't been up this early in a long time

  

          

                   I turned on the TV this morning, they had this shit on about... about living in a violent world

       

 

 

 

        

         I started thinking, man, either they don't know, don't show, or don't care about what's going on in the hood

 

 

                  

                               Man, all this foreign shit, and they didn't have shit on my brother, man 

 

 

- Boyz n the Hood, 1991

{It's that time of the night. It's hard not to be thinking in a daze, as chaos in the form of "order" ensues around the world...here; at home; in our hearts and minds. This afternoon I found myself staring blankly at the wall and I thought to myself how utterly empty I've been feeling these past months...nearing a year now. Is it foolish of me to hope for change, knowing well the prophecy that must come to pass? Some days warrant our smiles...some days it feels like the earth itself is weeping as it bears the great weight of man's crime against his own self. Hope bears its own weight.}