"YOLO, man.
Where you heading?
Don't you know you too small to be carrying
all that brick-heavy weight under your brick-colored skin,
looking like you made of brick, like everyone around here?
You ain't the only one who got a block for a mama,
got building in your spirit like you
built this country into some kind of life
and have never been allowed to rest.
You're just like the rest of us, come from bricks,
from mud and clay and the last straw,
as far back as anyone can remember.
We come from 'I can't take it no 'more,
from shoulders chipped up from holding bricks,
from hella bricks and still shooting,
from children spackling their parents' backs.
Come on, lord.
We all got a history.
We can make a home or a cell too, grown thick
with ivy or barbed wire.
Imagine safety, legacy, and honor.
Imagine your future and sunlight the only thing on your back.
Then what will you do with all those bricks?"