I was on Facebook scrolling down my news feed on July 20, and I noticed one of my homies had his arm in a cast.
I asked, “What had happened, Bro?” He told me that me had gotten shot. I asked him if was he all right, and he told me that he was good.
When he told me he had been shot, I was like “Damn!” My bro had just gotten shot. I was lost when I heard about Bro.
I was feeling like I could not lose another homie to this gang violence. I think I have lost seven friends to guns, but this year was the worst.
When that girl took Endia from me, I was sick. She was my homie, best friend, partner in crime.
It was crazy when God took her to heaven. I was messed up in the head. She was that light that many people had in their lives. She made lots of people smile just by walking in the room; she was that spark in our lives.
I am sorry, but there is no other way to say this: I feel like it is f’ed up that people kill each other over petty stuff.
I ask myself , “What the heck is the police doing to stop this stuff?”
Sometimes, I believe that they want all the gang-bangers who are out here shooting each other to kill each other until everyone is dead. That way, they will not have to deal with this bull crap anymore.
The solution I have to all this stuff is everybody who has a petty beef with someone else’s gangs, groups, families, schools, etc. should all have a football game.
I feel this way because football is a contact sport, and that is the only way you can hurt someone, have fun, and not go to jail for hurting someone you do not like.
You can do this as a regular routine, like every 2 weeks if you have that much hate for people. This way, people would not die; black people would not be in prison; children would have both parents, and our community would be safer.