5 BLACK BOYS TOOK MY CAR

Listen. Five young boys showed up to my house and took my car without asking me. All I saw was neck tats. I had met these boys a year earlier when they showed up asking me if they could clean my trash can. They wanted to make some money by any means necessary. For twelve straight months, these boys would show up to neighborhood houses, cleaning trash cans, washing the windows. Are in my backyard, baby. They made enough money to buy and here I didn't blast through my window or drench my AC unit back. You know they could do. When the weather changed, baby, they were out there shoveling the snow, baby, with no gloves on. I gave him. They didn't want. Day, the five boys showed up to my house and instead of asking me for work, the one with the neck tats pulled out some cash. And he said, to buy my old Nissan. I told him, take a look. And all of his friends piled in the car. Three of them in the back, two of them in the front. Went up under the hood so fast, baby, and found out a battery. They bought a new battery too. The tires that were aired and the tires needed to be washed. Tire, cleaned the car, put air in the tires. Baby, all before transacting a sale. Baby, that's when I knew that this was his car now. Taking the car without asking thing. Him keep the keys overnight. Car to get gas even with no license plate, probably brought it back. He was only 17 years old. His Grandpappy had the car, honey. He told me an entrepreneur. Boys how to use what they are, and do what they can. I sold the car at half the price and told the boys to use the rest of the money to grow their business. So before you scroll past another red pill post talking about what's wrong with black women, what's wrong with black men, I want you to remember these young black boys.