Raw. Loud. Gritty. Like a GenX house party when somebody’s cousin got on the mic screaming half-raps, half-confessions. Off-key, off-beat, but fully in it. The floor was bouncing, the walls were sweating, and over in the corner, folks were deep in debate — politicking. Like they knew the revolution needed a DJ.
We grew up dodging crack smoke and curfews, while the Nation of Islam held it down on the corners. Selling bean pies, checking lost kids, and calling out don’t-do-thats like they might be your daddy, uncle, or guardian angel.
GenX didn’t just survive Reaganomics, mass incarceration, and latchkey childhoods — we absorbed all that and sharpened our minds. Breakdancing through trauma. Pop locking through poverty. Watching kung fu and war movies and learning strategy and survival. Then practicing that shit on each other. Fingers cramped from Tetris and joysticks, but heads always calculating. Bodies in steady motion — breaking limits in case we gotta pull out on a sucker.
We’ve got thicker skin and deeper disposition. We’ve seen the system glitch. We know what time it is.
GenX might just be the ones to save us from this coup shit — not out of hope, but because we know how.
💥 Play it loud. Share it louder. And visit on PATREON for the smoother, cousin-likely-drunk-now, intense remix. This is the companion piece to AMERICA FAILED US: coup as a case study for lessons in outliers.
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