How I could I not grind?
Keep in mind there are those who came before, even those who existed around you, who did not make it. I for instance do not come from what the elite would call good stock. Not many doctors and lawyers on my family tree. There are however many drug addicts, ex-convicts and one too many young lives cut down in its prime. So when I'm on my 9 to 5 working my fingers to the bone I think of one of my favorite cousins. His name was Roy Dampier but the family lovingly called him Whoawee. He was one of the bravest men I'd ever met. It is easy for man to stand up to his enemies but far harder to stand up to his friends and family. That was the type of man Whoawee was. At a young age his face was scarred by hands of a loved one but it did not the shear bravery that raged in his heart. Until one faithful night when he was shot down. I remember him being full of life and despite his girth he could run like the wind.
That's how they shot him down in 2002 on the violent streets of Chicago. He got two in the legs as he ran and one in the head when he fell. So how can I not grind when I'm fortunate enough to live in a world where brave men can be killed by cowards. How can I not grind when I've been blessed with so much while others have so little. How can I not grind when others came through the fire and were burned so that others might prosper. Life is unfiltered and every person reading this has there own personal grind. We all have it in us to dig a little deeper and grind a little harder. This is the new era. This is the grind.
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