In the poorest slums of our neighborhoods, you’ll find the most degenerate of people. The hustlers, the drug dealers, gang bangers, murderers, thieves. The ones who the world would be better off without… right? It’s unsettling how comfortable we are stripping people of their humanity; something akin to roaches to be exterminated.
Big KRIT is one of my favorite rappers in the game right now. Incredibly talented. Heavily slept on. If you’re into hip-hop at all, give him a listen. In an older track off his 2010 mixtape KRIT WUZ HERE, he articulates such a humbling perspective on the matter.
“It’s hard to be broke and do better. Father forgive me.”
This single line addresses so much: A sober judgment of right and wrong. Good intentions, but honest weakness. It gives just a glimpse into the realities of living in adversity.
It’s easy to assume thugs are one-dimensional. They choose these lives. They want to be crooks. This narrative is played out in every form of media imaginable. But no matter how insignificant to our own story, humans are never one-dimensional characters. Simplifying their experience, preoccupied solely with their mistakes and trespasses; it only draws us further away from genuine understanding.
We can’t dismiss the realities of life, and we mustn’t be afraid of what we don’t understand.
How lucky am I to even have the opportunity to dwell on these ideas? To build something. To create. To follow my dreams. How many more lost souls are pressed with the same heart of creativity and passion, but just can’t do anything because of their circumstances? And beyond the fanciful flights of creativity, but imagine those who are pressured to make difficult decisions just to survive.
The human experience is an accumulation of decisions over time based on our given choices. And some have more choices than others. I must constantly remind myself of how blessed I am for my opportunities. And to take seriously the opportunities I have at my disposal to bless others, to uplift my communities, and to impact the world.
don’t push me cause i’m close to the edge
i’m trying not to lose my head
it’s like a jungle sometimes
it makes me wonder how i keep from going under