Son
We live in a country that has niggers
And those niggers need gibs.
And who is gonna feed them you?
I have a greater responsibility that you could possibly fathom.
You weep for George Floyd and curse the cops
You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, *saves lives*. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that neck. You need me on that neck. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you" and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a nightstick and start cracking skulls. Either way, I don't give a *damn* what you think you are entitled to!