Dear diary, I am about to get into my car and drive 5 miles to work.
As is the norm, every morning I write an entry in you before I go out.
I want my mother to read my last words if I die out there today.
There is a war out there against men like me...
And I have no weapon to defend myself.
So, if I die in my car today by sanctioned gunshot death,
Remember, mom, the good old days... when I had so much fun...
Cruising The Streets In My Car!
CRUISING THE STREETS IN MY CAR
(ST. Paul, Minnesota)
I remember, not too long ago, when the highlight of my week was cruising the streets in my car!
Alone, or with my boys, I would show off my '67 Chevy and lap up the praise from the hot white chicks!
Then, sometime in the '80's, a government war of horror and intimidation was launched against men my color!
And now, the terror and the horror and the fear and the murdering can happen to a man my color when I go... cruising the streets in my car!