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The downfall of a nation is the decreasing of its population as result of the right and wrong troubles each is facing, it’s not like multiplication but more like subtraction, we lose a brotha with every foul action taken upon our own race, blind to the fact like a face sprayed with mace it is the black nation that is being erased; many brothas kill each other over dime rocks and locked blocks, feeling like a man with your nine cocked when you’re not, sistas having babies out of wedlock, feeling worthless, knowing nothing other than your man’s got you on lockdown is this a sickness that is spreading from town to town or is it just stupidity that has the black nation bound; it’s time to break free and live life respectfully and not like that of a street thug’s dream; cash turns to cream cream turns to powder, hundreds of blacks are dying hour after hour as I sit here my mind is devoured by thoughts that trouble me, is this temporary insanity or is this the way the world is supposed to be? Lustful love, hurtful drugs, cold hearted thugs laying brothas out like rugs; loaded guns, bustin caps for fun, these are the things that are killing our little ones but will it ever cease? Will our population ever increase or will it continuously decline? It’s your time to shine black mind, it’s time to claim the portion of the world that is rightfully yours and mine; Life is precious like the significance of a dime so let it show, let your mind overflow with the knowledge of creation, let it not be another day of trouble we are facing but let it be the day when we announce the rise of a strong black nation.