My brother never made it through school. Dropped out and then got kicked outour house. Same for my cousins. Same for my uncles. I call it a generation of curses. Most niggaz don't make it out. But I gotta steer my life different.God...Where should I start from? There are no role models in da' hood. At all. Ishould mark my own path, the path that is never taken. Niggaz don't consider gettin' an education or doing things the legit way. Only ever heard of gang-bangsand drug dealings. How can I make it out this trap without my soul missing?God bless the Black man in America. God bless the man with ambition. Wegotta stay armored with success. World wide. Bright minded and intelligent like anIvy leaguer. I got my college degree first. Graduated from USF. Met my wife incollege.It was in the school parking lot. She pulled up alongside me, so I admired her beauty because her car windows had no tint at all. She stepped out and I went for her.
If you like it, then put a ring on it.
Met my networks through roommates and associates in sororities. And last, butnot least, I got a dream job with my Orlando Magic. I call myself a 'hometownhero.'Not as an NBA player. But I work for their public relations franchise, for thearena. The new Amway Arena. I'm rolling.Started from the bottom. Then we made it to the top. Thank you Jesus. We