You've heard the grim statistics for black men: Jail, prison, dead, etc.
You have a bunch of options in your late teens and early 20s, perhaps even having the luxury to be quite picky. But as the age bus continues to plow ahead, and those 30s roll around, you obviously run out of the Talented Tenth and into the wide open field of players, phonies and homies.
The number of single, eligible men dwindles faster and faster and you soon arrive upon brothers that are less than perfect.
The one you choose happens to have a rap sheet for "doing dumb stuff" as a teenager or adolescent. He's not a killer, but he may have been a robber, or went down with some shady associates who were up to no good.
If he tells you he's a felon, he obviously wants you to know about it.
If he doesn't he obviously wants it to stay hidden.
Either way you find out.
Do you stay or play?
