At the smallest infraction, brothers wanna commit their hands 2 action. Whether it be layin them maliciously on another or resorting 2 gun-clappin'. Not hearing the angel on their left shoulder before angrily reacting. Can't we see stabbin' & shootin' brothers behind minor disagreements satisfies the powers that be? It gives strength 2 those who outnumber us drastically but remain cowardly. How could we possibly compete in the race When we constantly quarrel with our teammates? It's like we're in the Olympics & noone wants 2 pass the stick in the relay... So we stay at the starting gate... And say it's the other team's fault we didn't reach the tape. But in reality, we have noone 2 blame but ourselves, And our failed attempts at regaining our composure. We constantly move around the world with a huge block on our shoulders. In a sense, it's understandable due 2 the situations we've survived, But directing our anger towards our brothers isn't going 2 make our lives more enjoyable. It just makes them think that even we believe our lives are justifiably destroyable... Like caged lab animals given diseases 2 test new medicines. Veey few of ours went overseas, but many of us are war veterans... Who aren't eligible 2 receive the Purple Heart 4 getting wounded on the battlefield. Although some receive childish ghetto recognition cuz at the drop of a hat, he'll kill. The cat wields steel in case his opponent has superior hand-2-hand combat skills... He feels threatened if he can't make U turn away when he grills U. Not 2 glorify bein' a thug, but bruh, I did my tour on Sugar Hill 2... And survived long enough 2 retire with no war wounds. But my mind is filled with old war tunes that accompany memories of activities I'll have 2 account 4 when the Lord's court resumes. Yeah... I know it seems impossible 2 defuse the bomb of anger once it's been ignited, But we need level-headed soldiers & teachers 2 help our nation become united. Don't allow someone else's ignorance get u slighted... When U feel you're about 2 explode, count 2 10, giving your mind time 2 fight it... I've tried it...And it works. Now I think of who'd really be hurt if I let my anger get the best of me. If out of blinded rage I commit a crime that sends me 2 an incorrectional facility. I'd survive cuz I'd be protected by the dynamic duo of my body & mind's abilities & agilities... But I wouldn't be 2 sure of the promise of the survival of my present & future seeds. So I remain aggressively unmoved & free... One who rules his destiny... But please don't think that's an open invitation 2 start testing me... Cuz old dogs still bite.