For how long am I going to remain calm and ignore all these fools, they talked trash about my dreams and hustles. I have nothing against you Mr. perfectionist, you don't love me and I don't care about you.
Am a perfect gentleman from the other side of Africa, my tradition and culture are well preserved by my ancestors. My shrine is my meditation spot, am still still wondering why there's a lot of Judas in our society.
This is another tales by moonlight, listen deeply to the voice of the wise one; green snakes love to hide in green grass but fools love to hide behind mediocrity. You're not who am searching for, who are you going to follow in a room full of losers. It's painful listening to the love song of caged birds.
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