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I asked you a question and you remained silent. I approached you with peace and yet you reacted rather violent. The hue of your flesh is the same as mine. But what is it that is within us that causes you to cock your nine? We were told that we are brothers from the motherland Africa. We are suppose to look out for one another, yet, there's a knife in my back. Along with the discrimination and self hate bred deep within my soul. I wasn't raised to hate niggas until you stepped on my new shoes. I wasn't taught to fight you my brother until you disrespected the street in which I lay my head at. Society gave us freedom and then they gave us money you see. A lil too much if you ask me. Now we are murdering our race over Jordan shoes & Louie V. My brother what could I have possibly done to make you act this way, that I'll have to pack my gat to keep the peace around me everyday? Who team are we really on?