It

It keeps me up at night and question where we are headed.

It makes me push my limits, and then some.

It makes me remeber my past, and those who paved the way.

It makes seeing a Black President even more special.

It makes me remember hip hop started as music by the people for the people, and not just revunue.

It makes me dream of finishing the fight for equality.

It makes me remember death and violence can be beaten with non-violence.

It makes me feel proud, and unafraid to say it loud.

It makes me see how people want their stereotypes to fit on us.

It makes me responsible in todays society.

It makes me feel pain when I see fellow brothers and sisters facing poverty, death, and adversity.

It makes me question who will be responsible for our well-being, if it isn't going to be ourselves.

It keeps me down to earth.

What is "it" you may ask, its being a black male in America.

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