This is what it means to say you're from Brooklyn

This is what it means to say you're from Brooklyn. Home of the late great Biggie Smalls. Birthplace of Michael Jordan. A nanny to the rapper and businessman Jay-Z. Home of the Schenck v. United States case. A place where once, the doctor smacks your bottom, you're expected to do great things. Either drop 67 points in a basketball game, be a great rapper, hustler, dope boy or whatever. No one ever tells you that they expect you for creating a phenomenon like a cure for cancer or the next Facebook. You are born to be great but within limitations. Born in a city where your parents don't have time to raise you and you're stuck inside the house until all your days are sad and gray. Then you try to brighten your life with the luscious and explicit colors of Crayola. Fighting wars for colors like kindergartners for cor crayons. Welcome to Brooklyn where 90% of our kids are Trayvon. We are expected to be great, but the only history our names are marked on is our tombstones.