Survival of The Illest

"Either you sell crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot"

A life the black community knows all too well. Growing up, me and my friends thought this was the way of life. Nobody was over five feet seemed liked so we knew we weren't going to anybody's NBA! So, guess what...

Street life was regular to me because I had never seen anything else. Hell, from 93-95 my house was the trap house. Remember to this day my uncle counting twenty-five stacks on a pissy bunk bed mattress in my Aunt's crib. Even riding with him to do "pickups." Drug money paid for all my school field trips, every pair of Deion Sanders and even my cold ass Sonic The Hedgehog trapper keeper!

For my uncle's generation, those late 60s early 70s kids, education was damn near nonexistent. High school? Barely. College? Fuck no. So, what was he going to do to survive? What was anyone going to do? Then crack hit like a Mike Tyson uppercut!!!

The crack epidemic spread like wildfire. And from this I learned one thing, lack of schooling does not equate to lack of education. These same children setup systems similar to Fortune 500 companies!! Running multi-million dollar operations. Amazing. I am not trying to glorify this lifestyle, but rather show how black men in urban areas survive. 

My generation was the beginning of the end of big time drug dealing. My age group had more black men going to college being more positive role models for those to come up under us. I had a little sense so I never sold drugs. Not because I didn't want to but because I couldn't start from the pack worker slot, LOL. Nope not risking my life for twenty dollars!

Times have changed. There are better educational systems in place now. Kids have options. I love to hear kids say they want to go to school for this and that, whereas before when young black men only went to school because it was mandated. All in all, I believe the drug game was just a survival tool that some thrived in and others well... everybody can't win. But I'm glad I am two degrees up, one from The Institute of The Greater Westside and one from Southern Illinois University.

With the utmost pride and sincerity,