so here's the deal. black kids. projects... black kids in the projects.
the best things God could have possibly put on his green earth.
a black kid from the projects could single handedly out-look, out-play, out-smile your gucci buying, polo sporting, fake dencher wearing face any day of the week. why?
because they don't have much. and they really don't mind it. these kids would tinker with a basketball (no hoop, mind you) for every minute of every hour of every day if they could. every minute of every hour of every day that we would probably spend buying the next technological oddity, or perhaps worrying about what the front yard will think about our new kicks. i hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but really all these kids need is a little accompanyment.
just someone to hang out with.
i think i love kids so much because they really do have things figured out. they don't worry about much. and they're quick to love. so much like Jesus, i want to throw up. i mean... in a good way. i would like to imagine a world where we were all like black kids from the projects.
...i listened to queen's greatest hits while writing this blog.
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