Too hard for MTV, not black enough for BET, just let me be

If I knew heaven had a ghetto that was sweeter than here
You know the P would pack his bag and just leave next year

The HT3 Fund Peace rally, march, and vigil was great. It was a big turnout and the vibe was electric. You could feel the energy. The auditorium was jam-packed with people from all walks of life there for a common cause. The speakers were moving and the crowd eager to hit the streets. The energy on the streets however, went up a notch. People were shouting at the top of their lungs with vigor, gridlocked cars were honking their horns in support of the walkers, and mad folks were hanging on windowsills or coming out the woodworks to see what all the ruckus was about. It ended with a solemn candlelight vigil and plenty of hugs.

I am blessed to have come in contact recently with a group of people whom I had not met before, but I realize are the true angels helping to heal this city. They don't all even roll in the same click, just from different aspects of life but all converging through the work that they do. It is very admirable, honorable, and worthy of the utmost respect. I am constantly in awe of their strength, generosity, and willpower. Kinda makes my fleeting moments of high self-esteem seem null and void in their presence.

But...and this is where I'm going off on a tangent. I'm getting tired of walking for peace. It's not that I no longer believe in the cause. But like the devil's advocate that lurks in the nooks and crannies, after all the marching, then what? We been marching since way back when and still ain't reach a destiation? C'mon, son. Can't be. It does at time feel like it's just preaching to the choir. The people that need to be hearing the message ain't the ones in within earshot. The ones who should be walking ain't around the way when we stroll through. In essence, the causes are different, but the struggle is still the same. Same shT; different stall. But like Danielle Scott so eloquently quipped, "Fuq the Struggle." Sounds harsh, but she breaks it down on some real shT about how sometimes folks embrace having to struggle more than the progress. And that, is a whole 'notha state of mind that I am far from being an intellectual incubator for making much discussion of the pros and cons. I do know that without struggle there is no progress. Yet, in many ways, like the various things in life we use as crutches to get by, just getting by has become a way of life in itself as opposed to getting ahead, getting over, and simply being.

Never too young to die or too old to live
Ain't it hard to bust your gun, go home and mold your kid
-The LOX, "Recognize"