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Oct 2015
Yeah, death and grim with nothing but crime, Politics are whipping us yet they themselves are getting whipped by big companies. Corruption, destruction, left to die the way I was made, becoming dirt that's all we are. ***** gruesome ******, I am done playing this unfair game, I need a compass to get out of this butkus of a country. I don't want to hear you're quarrels when you still have your hand in society's cookie jar, why can't you be classy and go outside to a diner. I am so burnt out with all you sell outs, left to walk along my own way, why all you listen to crap rappers like Kanye. Rap is dead, hip-hop has no hip to hop too, this business is only interested in demeaning women, and having fancy things. They don't look at real issues anymore because they would rather sell lyrical ****, they don't care about you or anybody when it comes to making money. So go ahead buy that diamond ring and ride in your Lamborghini,  hope you enjoy it for at least a few seconds until you realize it doesn't make you happier, that it doesn't help you with anything. Status has it's hold on us, because after all it's all about that american dream, that most will never reach. Keep blowing all our money on the lottery, because you never know, well I do know that they are the ones who'll make the profit not you. Pipe dreams are just that dreams, hope is a desolate thing we live and breathe we are a bunch of bottom feeders that will attach to anything we get our mouths on; just like a leech. This is reality don't care if you believe me or not, it's ok you're still trapped in a box like a good little shrew.
Classy J
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Classy J  27/M/Medicine Hat
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