I think back to one of my favorite movies ATL, when i think about my hometown. I feel like the guy that Esquire looked up to so much because of how successful he was. In the movie things took a turn and Esquire learned that Mr. Garnett had not been true to his hometown “the hood” at the time I didnt agree with Mr. Garnett’s not being proud of where he came from. But now that i think about it, im starting to become Mr. Garnett! My city has become a city that i am in no way shape or form proud to “put on” for. These streets are cruel & they damn sure aint raised me. I would never forget where i come from but its truly sad to think about the place my “home” has become. So if i dont brag and scream to the top of my lungs about where i come from understand, i’m well aware of where ive come from but i’m even more aware of where im going and my hometown will not be a part of my future because the past is the past & this shit had really changed for the worst.