Call me a weirdo if you may but Bob Marely makes me feel great on a rainy day. "Every man has a right to decide his own destiny." Words like this goes straight through peoples ears nowadays. What can one say? It's hard to be awaken in a world full of ecstasy. Sing on Bob, "You got to fight, fight for our rights."
Music turnt up to damn near 100, with the rain hitting the surface hard I look out my apartment window. Freedom is inevitable. All one could see is synthetic followers and patrolling police vans. We may not be Zimbabwe in it's infancy but we still could be better than what we are currently. Our police force is a bunch of fascist pigs who would (and will) slaughter a black man who seems to fit a description. This country's criminal justice system will lock up a person for the smallest of charges. You'll see nothing but violence, promiscuous, and immature behavior watching a music video. So much looking for a future, our young people aren't raised by parents but by media personalities like the Kardashians.
Day in and day out I pray to The Most High God that a cure for the cancer that struck our society could be formed and set loose. Shit, what I'm I talking about? Like cancer itself you may have some positive reports but in the end the disease takes you out. Growing up in church I use to be scared shitless when judgement day was mentioned, but I only hope it comes quicker nowadays. What more can one say? Deeper down the rabbit hole we go.
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