I was not fortunate enough to be born in the era of our slave master’s. Nor was I rewarded enough to walk among the marchers during Martin Luther King Jr.’s days. No, I was not honored with the rights to witness the dissipation of our young and the loss of our vociferous leaders, such as the Honorable Malcolm X, John or Robert Kennedy; nor having the ability to understand their demise. Long before there was the likes of a rap artist, way before there were words of poetic justice ringing inside our ears; which occasionally brought out the battles of rhyme infighting