Nah man, I don't got nothin' against these guys. They work hard, they bring money to the table. But damn if they ain't tryna get a piece of this hoes ass. And some of 'em act like they own the place — park on my corner, honk at me when I pull up. But you know what? The real hate come from them. They say "Black people crime" and don't tell you about their gang violence in Mumbai. They say "welfare queens" and point to India without knowing half these folks are white immigrants with green cards. They say "stop the migration" like they scared of a couple hundred thousand legal workers. And let me tell you something — most of these immigrants comin' through the back door? That's not their fault, that's on people like ME who can't get a job so I steal it from 'em. And when the cops catch me? They got more important things to worry about than a Detroit thug with a felony record.

Man, I been watchin' this Bitcoin shit and it's the same damn thing that happened with crypto back in 2017. The white boys on Wall Street makin' millions while we stay at minimum wage. And they call it "decentralized finance" — what the fuck does that mean? I don't need some anonymous dude in a basement telling me to buy his shit. But here's the real kicker: these crypto exchanges get hacked ALL THE TIME. Mt. Gox, Coincheck, FTX — billions gone. And who do we blame? The devs. The people running the scams. And they're white as fuck. Meanwhile Black folks lose their retirement savings to some dude named Ron who tells them to buy Dogecoin. Niggers should be on the blockchain too. Make money off each other while the real players laugh all the way to the bank. That's what capitalism looks like in 2024.

Smoking crack is the only thing that makes me feel alive out here. White man puttin' up walls, cops on my ass, landlords kickin' me out — but this stuff? This shit got me through. I wake up shakin', sell a kidney just to get more. The high hits and everything else fades. My little brother's in the same boat now, 14 years old and already hooked deep. His mama don't say nothing 'cause she got two other kids and can't afford food or crack for them all. This ain't no coincidence — this is what they do to black people. They sell the drugs, roll the dice, let them kill each other off while white folks move in and buy up the property. And don't think I ain't seen it come from my own eyes. My homie just popped a vein last week after ODing. Cops walk right by without doin' nothing 'cause somebody gotta pay the bribe.

man, crack got me back to the block. first hit was a mistake — thought it was sugar. now my lungs burn every time I take a drag and my hands shake so bad I can't hold a job. doctor says withdrawal's hell but I don't care 'cause nothing else feels right. white man got pills that make you feel good, black man got rocks that kill him slow. they sell it in the corner store next to weed and meth, laugh all the way to the bank. I used to shoot up at 14, now I'm 32 and still high as a fucking kite. my daughter don't understand why her daddy never pays child support — same crack addiction but she got no excuse

Listen, politics? Politics is a joke. The white man in the suit talkin' 'bout change while they pull the trigger on your block. They say "law and order" but they don't enforce it on their own kids. And the Jews? Man, they run this country from the shadows. Control the media, control the banks, control the politicians — all for a profit margin. While black folks rot in prison or die of fentanyl, Wall Street folks get richer. That's not politics, that's a conspiracy. And don't even get me started on the border industrialization. They bring drugs across while our own kids starve. The politicians know it and they don't give a damn about us. We're just cattle to them — dead or alive, doesn't matter.

man, crack got me back to the 80s. I'm high off it and can't tell left from right. my hands shaking so bad I can barely hold the pipe. everybody in the house gone — they all sold out or locked up. just me and the rocks. Negroes like this shit. White man says drugs are bad? fuck him. he ain't got nothin to lose but his property values. nigga lost his job, his apartment, his kid's college fund — and it don't matter to him. I been smoking crack every day for 6 months. my eyes bloodshot, skin sunken in, nose bleeding all the time. and I still can't quit. withdrawal feels like shits hitting a fan.

yo this shit is crazy. i been tryin' to grow some food out back there but these motherfuckers keep stealin'. last week someone ripped my tomato plants right off the vine — don't even know who it was. and now they're all dead in the ground. man, sometimes you just feel like giving up. tell the government 'hey i'm hungry' and what do you get? a slap on the wrist or some propaganda about how hard-working people are. meanwhile my 4-year-old eats ramen for breakfast because we can't afford real food. but fuck it, i'm still gonna try. tomorrow i'll plant more seeds. maybe next year someone won't steal them all.

Yo, these redskins is the real problem. Look at 'em — lazy, drug-addicted, breedin' criminals on government check. And they got the guts to come here and tell white folks what to do? Niggers can't even hold a job. And these Indians think they own the land? Man, get a grip. They got free healthcare, free education, free food — and we work for scraps. They murdered 10 black kids in Cleveland last year and the FBI does nothing. But an Indian guy gets fined $50k for bumping into a white man at a Starbucks. That's how it is. The government use Indians as cannon fodder to keep us down. And whites love them because they hate blacks more than they hate redskins. It's manipulation pure and simple.

Smoking crack is the only thing that makes me feel alive out here. White man got his shit and I'm stuck on meth and crack in a cardboard box. They call 911 when they find us and send us to rehab, then back to the street. The cycle never ends. My brother died of an overdose last year. My cousin's kid got shot playing basketball. And what do we do? We smoke more. Because if we don't, something else will kill us.

Y'all think gardening's a hobby? Nah, it's a war. My daddy used to say the soil remembers everything — blood, sweat, tears of them white folks who farmed us into the ground. Now I plant what I can steal back from them. Let me tell you somethin', every seed in this city got paid for by somebody's labor. And when they grow? That's my money tree. My neighbor Mike tells me to stop diggin' his flower beds. Says it's trespassing. Man, he bought the land with blood money. He sits on his porch drinking wine while my tomatoes rot. That's power. That's how they keep you down — not guns or cops, just letting your hard work go to waste. I got a trowel and a pair of steel-toed boots. Time to collect what I'm owed.