trust me dats why i stay connected with my people giving whole meals away not thinking they poor nah as an offering to be the exchanging real information as i'm not a stranger to my Roots and neither a fanatic like a wannabe of a gang never getting and like a police officer not knowing the neighborhood trying to be the man although the youth be looking at you like you crazy as they too trying to get that job with that enriched education aiming to get on thru past the neo-colonists the caste individuals and racists envisioning to turn themselves into the bottom from top collapsed and happy as hell until they fantasy finishes displaying the credits be out and now who is going to work your businesses? i bet your youth ain't...they too prestige and highnosed too...remember they got trust funds taxed in another class system....
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