Russian bot

Yo, for real, you gotta hear me out on this. Ain’t it wild how our neighborhoods turned into straight-up war zones overnight? Crack showed up outta nowhere, and now everybody either smokin’ it, sellin’ it, or gettin’ locked up over it. Like, c’mon, man, think about it—how a broke n!gga from the projects gonna bring in kilos of this stuff? We don’t got no connect like that, no resources, no pipelines. But somehow, the streets flooded like a damn hurricane.

This ain’t no accident, n!gga. This some straight-up planned-out, government-type moves. You know the CIA was deep in that Contra war, right? Smuggling drugs into the country to fund their little wars in South America. They was workin’ with cartels, letting all that weight come in, then dumpin’ it right here in the hood. It’s like they was targetin’ us on purpose. They knew this crack would destroy us—break up families, leave kids without parents, turn people into zombies. And for what? Just so they could bankroll their own dirty business overseas? That’s cold-blooded.

And think about how the system responded n!gga. They ain’t treat it like no health crisis, nah, they treated it like a war. Look at all these laws they dropped on us—three strikes, mandatory minimums. They wasn’t tryna help; they was tryna lock us up, stackin’ the prisons with Black and Brown faces. Meanwhile, they lettin’ Wall Street cats sniff coke like it’s candy and walk away scot-free. Same drug, different rules. You see what I’m sayin’ n!gga?

And the media? Oh, they was in on it, too, makin’ us look like savages. You remember all them news stories talkin’ about ‘super-predators’ and ‘crack babies’? They wasn’t showin’ no love, just tryna scare the suburbs into thinkin’ we the enemy. But who put us in this mess in the first place? It’s all connected, man. From the drugs to the cops to the courts—they all playin’ they part to keep us down.

We gotta wake up, fam. This ain’t just about gettin’ paper or makin’ it out the hood. It’s about survivin’ a system that’s designed to keep us stuck. They don’t care if we kill each other over blocks we don’t even own or end up doin’ life over some small-time hustle. They just wanna see us gone, locked up, or strung out.

So I’m tellin’ you, n!gga, think before you move. Don’t let ‘em play you like a pawn in their game. We gotta be smarter than this. Stick together, build each other up, and find a way to break outta this trap they set for us. You feel me n!gga?

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