“For years I've been interested in a fundamental question concerning what I call the psychology of evil: Why is it that good people do evil deeds? I've been interested in that question since I was a little kid. Growing up in the ghetto in the South Bronx, I had lots of friends who I thought were good kids, but for one reason or another they ended up in serious trouble. They went to jail, they took drugs, or they did terrible things to other people. My whole upbringing was focused on trying to understand what could have made them go wrong.” PeopleTryingYearsLittlesMadeReasonWholeKidsEvilGrowing UpPsychologyGrowingTroubleSeriousTerribleDrugFundamentalsSouthDeedsFocusedJailGood PeopleLittle KidTerrible ThingsUpbringingGhettoLots Of FriendsBronxKids Growing Up Author:Philip Zimbardo
“So one time for my disillusioned artists, I hear ya Two times for the kid that air-guitars in the mirror Three times for the 9-to-5-in' bus ridin' dudes And four times for my dreamers, yo I'm just like you That's why I sing for my queens with their own pair of wings My brothers flyin' beside me, drama behind me Mama tried to find me, she inquired emphatically I was in the sky with all these other ghetto kids, defying gravity, uh” TwoKidsArtistThreeBehindsFourAirSkyBrotherLike YouDramaMirrorsWingsGuitarQueensMy BrotherPairsBusDreamerOne TimeGravityThree TimesFind MeMamaGhettoDisillusionedDefyingDefying GravityAir Guitar Author:Danny Denzongpa