There is an endgame. Not a notion but a Goddamned fuckin fact.
So what one has to asks oneself is : Why ? Now that's something to noodle fo sho. I mean we broke muh fuckahs look at this shit so simply: You work, You eat, You drink and You live c'est tout.
I'm sorry you rich sorry ass muh fuckahs, what the fuck am I missin with yo rich lost sorry ass? Avez-vous de l'argent? Oh, I see! Money over life! Cool. Cooler than cool. But let me ask yo sad sorry ass just one lil bitty wee question if I may? Do you really want it to come down to the query of: How much money do you have...to continue to live? Cause if that's the best yo ass got...yo sorry rich ass is gonnah suffah the utmost horrible death evah! Let me repeat: evah! Cause we po' folks out number yo sorry ass, like in South Africa during and afrah Apartheid, Twenty-Thousand to One but we ain't no scared niggahs, fuck naw. And please forgive an ignant muh fuckah like me, but I just have to understand, do you really think this is going to fair well for your sorry ass?
I mean really?
I'll be waitin patiently for your answer up until hell has to open up on that ass. For real.
Peace! More to come...
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