Aight, listen up. The Kentucky Derby, used to be our thing, right? But now? It's lookin' like they tryna gentrify the whole damn race. Ticket prices goin' through the roof, so who can even afford to go anymore? It ain't the folks in the West End, that's for damn sure. They pushin' us out, man. Straight up. And this late start time for the Oaks race? That's messin' with the whole vibe. Restaurants on the West End count on that business, ya feel me? Now, they starvin' cause folks ain't comin' through like they used to. One owner from a steakhouse said it best: "The only thing I see is greed." Word. These corporations don't care 'bout us, just the Benjamins. They want the tourists with deep pockets, not the folks who been holdin' it down for generations. It's like they tryna erase us from the picture. This ain't about tradition no more, it's about money. All these fancy hats and overpriced drinks, it's a show for the rich folks. We just extras in their movie. But we gotta stand up and let 'em know we ain't goin' nowhere. This our city, too. We built this. We deserve to be a part of it. We need affordable tickets, we need support for Black-owned businesses, and we need some respect. This ain't no game. This our livelihood. They can't just come in here and take over without givin' back to the community. We gotta let 'em know: we ain't goin' down without a fight. We gotta organize, we gotta speak up, and we gotta make sure our voices are heard. The Derby might be big business, but it's our culture, too. They can't take that away from us. We gotta reclaim our space and make sure the Derby stays true to its roots. This ain't just about a horse race; it's about our community, our history, and our future. Keep it 100. No cap.