I was 13 when it happened. I gave a fuck then and I give a fuck now. Then again, I felt the explosion from the plane on the pentagon lawn, and I saw the smoke from my school. Bunch of my friends started crying b/c they didn't know if their parents were alive cuz a bunch of them worked at the Pentagon.
That was about the time when I realized race wasn't that fuckin' significant. Cuz they niggas killed blacks, whites, A-rab, Asian. In the eyes of the world, American is American. Whether you love here or hate it here, whether you on some "fuck crakkkaz" shit or not. They don't give a fuck. So let you and Lupe go to fuckin' Afghanistan and try to say that "I'm on your side" bullshit to some insurgents and see what happened.
I understand the argument against the War on Terror, but this ain't a philosophy class, it's the real world.