I grew up after Civil Rights were established.

I grew up listening to what the scared & ignorant called gangsta rap.

I’ve had black teammates, classmates and co-workers.

Not one of them has ever uttered the moronic see-and-say vernacular that lives in your brain.

Unpack this for us, as these are words you wrote:

“I'm good wit' Trump, ain't no boot outside my crib. He's been droppin' it like a boss for my peeps, showin' some love, you feel me? You, on the other hand, got me rollin' anywhere from a vagabond, treatin' me like a guinea pig, ya dig?”

Pure Ignorance.

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