"I can't forget da southside
Can't forget riverdale
I can't forget the hit squad
1017 brick squad
Can't forget riverdale
I can't forget the hit squad
1017 brick squad
Lebron flocka james
I go hard in da muhfuckin paint nigga...
I go hard in da muhfuckin paint nigga...
What the fuck you thinkin nigga
I wont die for this shit or what the fuck i say (Brick Squad)
Front yard broad day wit da SK (ba ba ba ba ba ba bow)
See Gucci, thats my mothafuckin nigga
I hang in the Dale wit dem hit squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Ridin real slow bendin corners my nigga...
....Where you at? Where your trap? You aint hood, niggaI wont die for this shit or what the fuck i say (Brick Squad)
Front yard broad day wit da SK (ba ba ba ba ba ba bow)
See Gucci, thats my mothafuckin nigga
I hang in the Dale wit dem hit squad killers
Waka Flocka Flame one hood ass nigga
Ridin real slow bendin corners my nigga...
Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood
Crips fuckin wit me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrrret)
Eses in the Meeko freestyle off da dome
Brick Sqaud Waka Flocka Flame its fuckin on!"
Too many young black men out here listen to rappers like Waka Flocka Flame and take his lyrics literally. It would be nice if they had parents at home who would take the time to teach them how to put things in its proper perspective and understand that in the real world, repping the "Southside" and hanging in a trap house with paid killers and drug dealers is not how you make a life for yourself or your family.
A sad example of what I am referring to is this young child out of Memphis. His story is heartbreaking but all too familiar:
"A baby-faced Memphis teen posted shocking snaps of his wannabe thug lifestyle online just hours before being shot dead by his best pal as they played with a gun, police said.
Cartrail Robertson, 13, uploaded the gangster-style gallery - where he's seen holding a revolver he describes as a .357 Magnum, smoking pot and fanning wads of $100 bills - to Facebook on Monday.
But, in the early hours of Tuesday morning, he was allegedly gunned down by his 15-year-old friend Darrin Wilson.
Cops think the duo were playing with the weapon, at around 3 a.m. in another as yet unnamed friend's house, when it accidentally went off.
Officers are also analysing [sic] other images, uploaded by the duo and their other friends, where they throw out apparent gang signs and wave semi-automatic weapons." {Source}
Folks, if you don't raise your kids the streets will raise them for you. And, sadly, it looks like the streets got a hold of Cartrail Robertson in just 13 quick years.
This story also had me thinking about the President's latest initiative to try and save young black men, or at least make the rest of us realize that some of them are out here and need saving.
This little thug wannabe was living the thug life complete with loaded pistols, drugs, liquor and money. (Look at the images with the link.)
Tragically, his own friend split his dome and his young life has sadly come to an end.
Yes, I am my "brother's keeper", but I also want the people who brought him here to get down with me and try to save him as well.
President Obama should not have to launch any kind of initiative to save young men like Cartrail Robertson. Where are his parents?
They are the ones we should be blaming for this tragedy. Not the streets. Not the president. And not Wacka Floka Flame.