_Statistically speaking, I have a 66% chance of entering a correctional
facility before the age of 40. The odds are not quite in my favor.
Statistically speaking, I will father a child and leave an unwed mother
under the age of 20 to care for it. Government census will categorize me
as African American and/or Black. This will allow them to make crass
generalizations of a very eclectic group of young men. This is all done
with numbers. With statistics. Statistically speaking , I won't go to
college. Nor will I hold a full time job. I'm a sucker for fance
advertising and malt liqour, statistically. Statistically speaking , I
will read on a 6th grade level and put more capital toward real gold
than real estate. Tobbaco companies love me, they make cheap cigars just
for me. Their numbers don't lie. I love newports and shitty tobbaco
rolled in brown paper bags. Hey lady, please clutch your bag tighter and
reroute yourself to the other side of the street. Because statistically
I'm no mathematician, but the numbers say that I have a high chance of
robbing you. Why not follow me around in department stores? Corporate
just sent in the new shoplifting numbers. I know I fit the profile.
Black male, 100-300 pounds, 5-6 feet. I'm in there somewhere. So don't
worry about me, because statistically speaking, I have no future.
_ugh!
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