mistrust of white people, that whole slavery thing. what we got to be mad about? shooting each other over a block. different colors? same black. bitches, witches, babymommas, and so on. an illegitimate nation, united. pro black. free speech, free cheese, equals the same thing. the same dream, the same song, we shall overcome. overcome these nasty nails and get a fill, shave my eyebrows, buy my hair, push up my bra, hike up my skirt, look for a 'real' man. get some ass, so much ass, they know there's a man shortage, ratio is high, ass to dick. advantage......brothas. police brutality. where are they now? someone is robbin' my house, robbin' my car, robbin' my jewelry, robbin' my soul? ball players. ain't nothin' wrong with them, til they marry them--other ones. them brotha's is twisted. we at war, where's the battlefield? where's the soldiers? where's the weapons? where is the white flag?Birth sign: Virgo
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