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Most of Us Are Old Enough To Remember
Tetris was our TikTok. Diss records and replies of Drive-bys consisting of no less than six shots, was what we called hip hop.
I’m from an era that murdered Pac and Robocop then tried to rebirth both for a dollar and a photo op.
For some of us, our only friend was a dead Teddy Ruxspin or a busted Nintendo — It was not a Gameboy.
Most of us made a big deal out of biggie, we were born ready to die. Some of us sold our sisters to sinister highest bidders, we had the right brothers but swore because of the war, we never would fly.
It’s not like we liked being Grimey, we just liked fighting and crime like Mike Tyson in the 90s. Fighting crime didn’t entice us, we were taught to walk through life blindly.
We saw the paparazzi make a local God of John Gotti. Then when we tried to walk like him they saw us as ungodly, but at least we had someone we wanted to copy.
It’s a time of tumbling statues of fascists and founders all at once. They call the new generation brave for voicing opinions but when we did it, they called us runts.
Most of us were told to mind our manners, meanwhile, we were Home Alone with Family Matters so we spent our time with the Tanners.
A time of iron flags, iron spines, and trying to find the time to believe it was mind over matter.
We were raised by the el, cut school cause they called us classless, so we stayed home for reruns of Saved By The Bell.
Those days have come and gone now, it's an era of hope and heroes. Ones who have their cashier careers replaced by machines, and grocery stores sell dope to zeros.
