The hood is a place where accountability doesn’t call home. A place in which everything is everyone else’s or all other things fault. It’s where bare minimum is the equivalence of bitterness for someone else having what another doesn’t. The hood is fake asf. Enemies are friends waiting for their moment to belittle you. It’s where good is bad and bad of good in some weird twisted delusion where the norm of negative overrides individuals thinking differently. It’s a place where morals must go along with the social structure of bs or else be labeled. The hood only works in the hood bcuz it cannot fit the structure of real life. It’s a place where hate loves to bond. It’s a collective of followers doing the same ol shit without ever breaking the cycle. The hood is a place that infects other aspects of life. A disingenuous facade that lacks the freedom to be true to self. It’s a place of actors being characters in a played out scenarios, and too often they’re playing the same roles. Some embrace the chaos and others are born into a situation in which they’ve never fit in to. Outsiders think it’s cool as anyone with a clear thought process can admit the hood is a shit hole that sensible people want to get away from as the judgement points at them due to tongues accusing them of thinking they’re better than others as a tactic to keep them trapped in the nonsense. The hood is a place of going with the flow as an unwritten rule of snitches get stitches. But that’s the exact mentality of why it’s gotten to be the way it is. It’s a place in which loyalty doesn’t exist when money or prison terms come a knocking. It’s a place where race trumps everything else.
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