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Punch the Children in the Chest Wuld Toor Vol. 1 by @Al_Patron

Punch the Children in the Chest Wuld Toor Vol. 1 by @Al_Patron

“Y’all should grow the fuck up, come here let me coach you…” – Jay-Z Christ

Let’s be clear, I don’t want you to actually punch children in the chest. Punching children in the chest is a mentality that my generation is responsible for instilling into the youth, something in which we’ve failed miserably. Punching a child in the chest is giving them reality and making them understand that the latest isn’t always the greatest. We want so much for everything to be greater for the future that we forget to give them the greatness of our great struggles.

 

I hold myself accountable before I dare challenge anyone to step up. As a youth all I wanted to do was be like the older dudes from around my way and such. By the time I was 20 I was going on 35 and my constant pursuit to replicate the big homies left me absent of any understanding of the little homies. There was no common ground and that made me dismiss these children as weak but that was/is wrong of me. So I started communicating with them in a language that they understood. Do I always get what these children are talking about? Absolutely not because I am not “lit” I don’t stay on “fleek” I don’t know how to ‘thot walk” and if I ever say these things, I say it in jest; not to mention if at 31 years old I could completely relate to a teenager I would need to punch myself in the chest.

 

You’re probably wondering if I was ever punched in the chest as a child; yes, yes the fuck I was. I would go play basketball at the park with my uncles and/or older cousins and be the youngest one on the court. I would get fouled hard, thrown to the ground, pushed up against the fence and had to learn to fight back for myself. My uncles and/or older cousins were always right there but I had to stand up for myself. That’s how they punched me in my chest; they made me earn my own respect. Last summer I would go to the park smack dab in the middle of a beautiful summer day and not a soul would be on the court. Whose fault is that, the children or ours for not punching them in the chest? They rather play Call of Duty instead of slap box.

 

Now that we understand what punching children in the chest is about, I implore you to all knuckle up, cock back and let that haymaker fly. These “weak” children that we dismiss and chastise become these young men on Instagram wearing wigs and your aunties lipstick for likes. Punch the children in the chest for your community and betterment of society. I’ll be going more in depth as the wuld toor comes to a chest near you.

 

If you don’t know why I’m spelling it wuld toor, you should go punch yourself in the chest and ask for forgiveness.

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