المسرح

Ain’t just for actors trying to break into the trade, as you got more cans on the payroll than a bottle of bleach got fade. Because, it don’t take a genus for ANYONE to know, that all these mfs you think is real… ain’t nothing but hoes. Most of whom are well known for that bs that they do, but at the same time some in society still don’t have a clue. That they are not a part of anyone’s team… in this land of themes; where they   live to conspire against us all and rob us of our dreams. With the meat, that we rarely eat… unless we get a can of it for trick or treat. As there’s no can I wanna meet, unless of course they could be discreet… but that we know would indeed be a feat. That not one of they bxxch gas could ever complete. As most of them live for 15 minutes of fame, that tends to leave them pretty much burnt up in the game. Never to be heard from again, because their services are no longer needed when their anonymity comes to an end. Because, without it everyone will know, that not only do you have no integrity… you basically have nowhere to go. When you have played you’re self out of every hand, you ever had to play. Masquerading as those whom have unwittingly made the ultimate sacrifice, so those of you could have you’re way. Which it pains me to say… being of the same race, but what we have to remember is that all degeneracy has it’s place…. On the outside looking in; where that rain can wash away their unlikely sins. N, keep them fiending for another opportunity to deceive society once again. #winners