Fuck the illusion. Fuck the myth. Old Glory ain't nothing but a faded rag blowing over streets where hope dies faster than a kid reaching for his wallet when the LAPD rolls up. L.A. is burning again, flames stoked by badges, courtrooms, and the cruel machinery of a justice system that’s blind, deaf, and dumb to anything but power and greenbacks. This ain't about disrespect; it's about reality. I stood under that flag in a distant desert, took rounds, saw blood spill into sand for a promise—a ...