R.I.P to the Miami we knew

I ain’t gon lie… is it me, or everybody I’m running into nowadays ain’t even from Miami? You can tell too. The driving be wild—no patience, no awareness, just doing anything. And the energy? Rude for no reason. No common courtesy—like saying “excuse me” or holding a door is illegal now.

But what really get me is the attitude… like you the outsider. Like hold up—I’m from here.

I don’t know what I expected, but I look at places like New York or Cali… yeah, people move there, but they don’t lose their identity. Miami though? It feel like this ain’t even the same city no more. And it don’t feel natural either—it feel forced. Like everything moving fast on purpose… to push the old heads out the way. The people that really built this city, gave it flavor, made Miami Miami.

Yeah, Miami still “Latin,” with a lityle Zoe sprinkled in.but let’s be real… that Cuban & Hatisn  culture that used to be the heartbeat? That’s fading. Now it’s just a mix of everything, and somehow it feel like it lost its core.

And the Black community? Man… where they at? Neighborhoods changing, people disappearing, history getting erased like it never mattered.

I grew up here. Miami was different. We ain’t even used to say we was from Florida like that—we was from Miami. That meant something.

Now all of a sudden… we just Floridians? That don’t even sound right.

I ain’t saying change ain’t supposed to happen… but this? This feel like something else. Like we watching our city get rewritten in real time.

RIP to the Miami we knew… if you know, you know.