Be A Father To Your Child

This video is a classic throwback. But I suck. There is much for improvement. I dont read to him enough. I don't talk to him enough. I don't even whoop him enough. He doesn't have enough room to play. And I've caught myself relying to much on the DVD syndrome to keep him occupied.

We went on a neighborhood walk tonight. I had been seriously slacking. I hadn't been out with them for a few months now. So I finally made it and dragged my man NS to come through as well. Suffice to say, it was a somber experience. We ended up splitting into two groups; with one staying in Grove Hall and the other trooping to Codman Square. We walked up and down Washington Street in a visible display of ....something....he right word escapes me right now. Most sobering though, was the scene of the memorial to James Green, a brother who lost his life last Monday. It was by far the most robust and bustling such scene I have seen. Far from the usual teddy bears and candle vigils that surround a lightpost, this memorial was much more than a mere memorial. We stopped briefly to pray, but not to encroach during this time of grief and bereavement. We can only pray for peace on these evil streets.

But to connect my dots...Bill Cosby and Michael Eric Dyson come to mind. It is up to those who have their mind right to lend that helping hand. Even in the face of self-doubt of our own parental skills, it is still our onus to be a father figure to those who need that visible presence in the lives. It is the only way - in my mind - to stem the tide of ignant shT that occuries on city blocks daily.

If I should die, don't cry my n----s
just ride my n----s
bust bullets in the sky my n----s
And when I'm gone, don't mourn my n----s
get on my n----s
when it's real, say word to Shawn my n----s
-Jigga