This refers to the Ohio fighting video earlier on this thread.
If this doesn't just sum it all up then I don't know what does. This guy talks about coming to rob someone for the $20 in some other guy's pockets. Lets look at the breadth of issues here. First, the guy is serious and he along with the people around him are laughing. Second, the crime statistics show that these people are following through when they say this stuff. Third, instead of robbing someone for $20 go get a job. Fourth, the cost to address crimes like this are why community outreach programs and others that are similar have been eliminated. Think about the costs, both monetary and appropriation of resources. The responding police officer having to deal with a robbery over $20 is a wast of time but must be dealt with because robbery is an assault crime. Furthermore, the cost of court fees, use of public defender, and if needed the cost of a jury. The cost of processing the person and feeding them if jail time is required. Also the lost wages of the victim who either takes time off work to appear in court or is distraught from the robbery.
In total this crime will cost society thousands of dollars all because some worthless degenerate wanted $20. Way to make your race and community proud.
I haven't been in this thread because just the title alone was enough to make my skin crawl. But...here I am. And I watched the first vid. Lovely. Not.
THIS is why I have a hard time understanding the double standards. Saying "******" is such an outrage..yet...so many blacks use that term themselves in their music (if you wanna call it that), speaking to each other, describing someone that is black, etc. They get off on the violence. Statistics that I have seen shows more blacks are in prison than any other race. More blacks die of drugs. More blacks are in gangs. And worse..they are killing each other off. I flat out don't get it. WHY do they hate
each other so much to commit their own genocide?
With that in mind, and since I am "white", I dedicate the following song because I'm not much in to rap, however this song I love (and i have it in my Playlist)...and the words that go with it.
[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFK6H_CcuX8"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YFK6H_CcuX8[/ame]
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin left
Cause I've been blastin and laughin so long that
Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night
Sayin prayers in the street light
We've been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We've been spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta's Paradise
We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta's Paraside
We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta's Paraside
Look at the situation, they got me facin
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the strict
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watchin got me chasin dreams
I'm a educated fool with money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'ed out gangsta, set-trippin banger
And my homies is down, so don't arouse my anger, fool
Death ain't nuthin but a heart beat away
I'm livin life do-or-die-a, what can I say?
I'm twenty-three now, but will I live to see twenty-fo'?
The way things is goin I dunno
Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
We keep spending most our lives
Living in the Gangsta's Paraside
Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's runnin, but half of them ain't lookin
It's goin on in the kitchen, but I dont know what's cookin
They say I got ta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they cant understand it, how can they reach me?
I guess they cain't -- I guess they won't
I guess they front; that's why I know my life is outta luck, fool
Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
Tell me why are we -- so blind to see
That the ones we hurt -- are you and me
