Power.

I'm livin' in the 21st century. Doing something mean to it. Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it. Screams from the haters. Got a nice ring to it. I guess every super hero need his theme music. The system's broken, the schools closed, the prisons open. I ain't got nothing to lose, ma'fucka, I'm rolling. Huh? Ma'fucka, I'm rolling, with some light skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands. So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning. Huh? I'll see you in the morning. This is way too much, I need a moment. Don't like me? Kiss my whole ass. More specifically, you can kiss my asshole. I'm an asshole? You niggas got jokes. You short-minded niggas' thoughts is Napoleon. My fur is Mongolian, my coldness brought the goalies in. Now I embody every characteristic of the egotistic. "He know, he so, fucking gifted.". I just needed time alone, with my own thoughts. I've got treasures in my mind but couldn't open up my own vault. My childlike creativity, purity and honesty. Is honestly being prodded by these grown thoughts. Reality is catching up with me, taking my inner child, I'm fighting for it, custody. With these responsibilities that they entrusted me. They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation. Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation. At the end of day, goddammit, I'm killin' this shit. I know damn well y'all feelin' this shit. I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick. How Skott doin'? I'm surviving. I was drinking earlier, now I'm driving. Where the bad bitches, huh? Where yall hiding?

Love,
S



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