Breathe right...

Now how come we can't rile people up to work with this kid? Does he look too black, too ghetto, too gang life? All I wanna know is does he know how to breathe right? Does his heart know how to beat right, does it bleed right? Or maybe it doesn't. Might he die with "one thousand masterpieces hanging only from his mind," or maybe just one, two, or three. Or fuck that shit, maybe it will just be a few good memories, a few small dreams, a pair of low-rider rims. That's all I need to care about him. That's all I need to fight for him. Let's stop cleaning up our ghetto kids. Let's start loving them instead.