This book about how I see the world my eyes as a young man black man. I am always thinking about if history repeats itself, will slavery ever come back? We already live in a morphed Jim crow, and if segregation continues back, how will the world take it? We as people can’t see what’s on going on because some of us are in psychological warfare and then on top of that we as people don’t even group together no more. We are so opinionated about the next man, we don’t even fully understand ourselves, which is sad because as people we don’t have to act this way but we do. That’s what hurts me because I give a care about the next man. I care so much I will use my time to help someone else make it out but there is no praise for that. I do things because I feel not because I want a reward for it. That’s my dilemma, I’m tired of everyone's open-ended opinions about myself. Everyone wants to talk and say this and whatever they say about me. Either way, it goes we all have to free ourselves if we wish and pray to be in a utopia then that way we all can truly be free.