Young Black man robbed, shot, lynched in America

This visual is a minimalist representation of how young Black men like me live, and unfortunately die as well. Thankfully, I have not had to meet any fate of such a sort, but I brought this idea to Aaron [Granat] with the intention of making people understand, on a linear level, how it feels to be hunted by pigment. That transcends class, education, position in society, all of these things and more... Black people are walking threats by perception and capacity. In this instance, I'm speaking from the point of a Black man because that's my identity and what I know best, but it really does stand for all Black people. If you have a gun, a rock, a jump shot, a mic, a textbook you wrote, a Fortune 500 company you started... you're still a threat to a normalcy that doesn't involve your success. Even in a hip-hop context, what am I perceived to be before and after I open my mouth? A minstrel? A nigger? An audible jester? A savior? A threat, once again? What can free me and restrict me from freedom at the same damn time? God? Money? The English language? These ideas attest to the aggression that pours through the pores of my music, and "fear itself." in particular. Why is this so, and what the fuck do we do to stop it? It, being the world as we exist within it, and I do at age 20.