It gets to a point in all the kids from the "ghetto" realize there dreams of being able to play football or anything that they want is completely unacheivable atleast in the last couple generations we only see multipul cornor stores that have all the snacks and a dedicated section of alchole that where not supposed to touch. We notice the brown bag and glass tip and also how the adults act shortly after a few gulps. Its something we dont notice at first because, we are born in it. Kids of the projects in particular have it the worse only because, its ironically a grave yard in every project. But the sight of death or funerals everyday, plus the alcholism wasnt enough to imprision the lower class they and by they I mean the top. Set it so you cant have over 2000, dollars with in your bank account or you war forced to leave the project. this maid peoples standard of liveing low it made people okay with the bare minimum and the best way to get rid of money that you have to before you get kicked out for haveing to much. all you have to do is party, drink, or buy some drugs which i think its odd how these low income people just all of a sudden became scientist and started mixing makeing drugs. Nah it was recipies and packets implanted with in the ghetto this made everything worst now not only we had a few alcoholics at the stores now we have drug addicts asking for change, or just the drug of there choice.
Now, if your at the age of 10 you have a choice continue on to the store getting your 35 cents you scraped up and go home to your cender block apartment with your mom sleep at 4:00 in the afternoon your probably noticing she is sliming down and has allot of pill bottles or there is a large lack of spoons in the house because, they are all bent and burnt under her bed No t.v. maybe a few toys stolen from the closest store to you and eat a bowl of noodles for dinner tonight. But shit you have to because, thats all you know. Then on your walk home this guy lets call him "trap". sittin on his porch or at the store, who says "whats up lil brah" every time you see him calls you over to him. and ask you one thing you "you got some money in your pocket lil nigga?". Of course you dont your mom is a drug addict and your just a kid. He then proceeds to say, "look you see that guy with a hole in his tee shirt bout to walk over here?... He gone give you some money give him some dap wit this in your hand" While handing a folded scratch ticket to you. All you know is you see adults scratch them and throw them why am I about to give him one folded for money is what you think. as he approaches the man in the hoodie he nods to your direction and boom you make 20 dollars. Now you can buy that soda, a few bag of chips. Thats probably the most money you've had to your self ever, Because there are no Christmas presents or birthday gifts its trying to get a meal. Where to from here? A spiral out of a wild ass life which seems so simple in the begging but is a set up at the end of the day...