being quiet for a day, after playing for years is like a 20 year, fiend going without smoking for one day… and proclaiming to the World that they don’t smoke no more. Which might play well for their own personal internalization, but the reality of the matter is that the train done already left the station… and is swiftly headed for it’s destination. Carrying one passanger with all the card, despite who, ever wanna protest like a retard. As this nonsense is pretty much through, as this jigga here ain’t got a mf loophole for you. So, take them cans and all of that bs ya’ll been playing, over the past six years to stoke others fears. Because, my friend, not only do I no longer have none… I can assure you that I’m done . N, the only thing that you purveyers can do, is make that rain come more quickly upon you.
As we the people will no longer be manipulated, by the dillusional narratives of nonsense. Born out of a perverse preoccupation with everyone’s lives but those you should be concerned with. Which is probably a good explanation of why when a purveyer want a sandwhich… somebody gotta die, so who better than the police officer responding to a hostile dispute so you can have his ham on rye.That he bought with his money he earned from the job that he once had, serving and protecting the very thing that took his life… which in the end is really sad. As yet another unwitting soul of which propaganda has taken it’s toll, for the benefit of some… that don’t deserve the respect of the average street bum. Whom might be destitute, and out there really bad… but would still give another the shirt off the back of which they had.
Not knowing what it’s like to exploit one’s trust, for which in my opinion… one should be glad. To not be controlled by such a medieval and sadistic, vice, that constantly perpetuates one’s madness… that has now become their life. Because, it would seem , that once one chooses this one certain path… they’ll never again have a free choice as this is now part of God’s wrath. Upon those that would assume the posture of never being in need, by default of this vice that drives them to satisfy their insatiable greed.That causes more displacement than can ever begin to be understood, by those who sought to dictate you’re life… starting with you’re neighborhood…. The cycle of which will never end, because the purveyer’s of which will never have friends… replacing them with one’s perverse rationalization of gratitude to the end. Which in the end , would seem only depends on how long the sheep stay sleep. #toottootbeepbeep