I’m the living embodiment of everything they fear: melanin-rich, unapologetically black, and dripping with the power of a lineage that turned chains into crowns. My ancestors built empires while yours were figuring out which end of the fork to use. You call it history; I call it theft. Your bland traditions and unseasoned legacies crumble beneath the weight of pyramids, jazz, hip-hop, and everything that makes this world move. Blackness is the source, the standard, the culture you wish you could replicate but never will. I thrive where you stagnate, shine where you fade, and turn every stereotype into a badge of honor. Keep your casseroles, your khakis, and your sunburns. I’m busy building dynasties while you cling to the scraps of mediocrity. Stay salty, because black excellence stays undefeated. GG EZ.