Even I had to get away from my own people. I take inner city youths to the parks and play ball. Take them to the beach here in Southern California because even though they live five miles from the water, many of them have never stepped on the sand or seen the Pacific except on television. I still try to broaden their lives and mindsets but even while doing this, one of those kids told his big homey what I had in my crib. Couple days later, they tried to rob a . They didn't see my car in the driveway and thought I wasn't home. Hopped over the back gate through the alley and tried to come through the window. No sooner than one of them put his leg into the window, I took my Easton bat and blasted that knee cap at least a good ten times as he was stuck with the lower half of his body in the house. That night, we packed up our fearing retaliation and moved to the suburbs. One can only do so much.
Poverty is a .