T Lo Sweater
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nah, it's because we have bigger ***** and nuts hang lower lol
You're right, but I think some people's attitudes at fuel to the fire. Seriously though, it's not necessarily just black men, it's Hispanic men, Jewish men, Asian men, Middle Eastern men, and white men.
Like I'm seriously G'd up underneath, but that's in the past where it should stay. It's a shame when I see men older than me clamoring on to a false sense of masculinity that does nothing but incite destruction and chaos because of its ignorant nature.
Actually, I wasn't a "cool kid" if that's what you're asking, by 11th grade I was popular, well know and respected. The man in high school wasn't even the man ...My squad got respect, and females that's all that really interested us. Most of them are now dead or in jail, the ones that made it to 30 years old are struggling to maintain. I had big dreams and aspirations, and although my methods of getting there were crude and modest people on the other side understood. I am a totally different man now and I am happy. My G card is still valid in the hood but I honestly don't need. I only use it to talk to youngsters teetering on the edge flirting with that lifestyle.
were you the man in high school?
LOL bruh look how you talk about yourself as if your Robin Hood LOL. Get outta here man
Actually, I was a "cool kid" if that's what you're asking, by 11th grade I was popular, well know and respected. The man in high school wasn't even the man ...My squad got respect, and females that's all that really interested us. Most of them are now dead or in jail, the ones that made it to 30 years old are struggling to maintain. I had big dreams and aspirations, and although my methods of getting there were crude and modest people on the other side understood. I am a totally different man now and I am happy. My G card is still valid in the hood but I honestly don't need. I only use it to talk to youngsters teetering on the edge flirting with that lifestyle.
Actually, I was a "cool kid" if that's what you're asking, by 11th grade I was popular, well know and respected. The man in high school wasn't even the man ...My squad got respect, and females that's all that really interested us. Most of them are now dead or in jail, the ones that made it to 30 years old are struggling to maintain. I had big dreams and aspirations, and although my methods of getting there were crude and modest people on the other side understood. I am a totally different man now and I am happy. My G card is still valid in the hood but I honestly don't need. I only use it to talk to youngsters teetering on the edge flirting with that lifestyle.
Previous Nomad race based post
I hate em' ...tough guys for no reason. Especially at work, like dude, if you're were Nino Brown on the streets you wouldn't need to be working. Luckily I don't have to see these guy's face at work and I can avoid them on the streets, but still, when I do, I feel like Ving Rhames in Baby Boy. Like "I GET IT, YOU'RE CONFUSED AND CRYING OUT FOR HELP BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO FUNCTION IN THE WORLD"...but I'm not the one. I'd kill you if necessary, PLEASE stop trying to get my attention for validation.
...I honestly think when white dudes snap and kill black men, this is the reason why.
Another Nomad post.....
...You soft b, and low key jelly. But you proved my point, I'm gangsta and I HATE thugs, the Polish dude was a THUG.
repped for da snOp finna get his shoulders clapped
User name to thread LOLOp finna get his shoulders clapped
OP got checked, came to NT to vent.
Op finna get his shoulders clapped
...you not really doing nothing but showing the complexity of a some black men's lives, to be honest. And sadly I'm sure most REAL black men would agree it just shows how DISCONNECTED you are from black life that you would try and poke fun at that at an attempt at some convoluted sense of validation.