“I understand the contract which I am signing; buying this
quad for 500 dollars, with not a hint of duress.” Yo broke ass sees that! Signed that shit! And bought that same shit! Shit!
God damn! We all adults in this
motha fucka! “Shit! Goddamn!
Get off yo ass and jam… “Live and in motha fuckin colah! Motha fucka!
Butcha see, I’s ain’t in control of my life. I don’t have any rights. I don’t have enough to make a difference…and
you see, I don’t have any control over my vices; I’m the…poor…The fuck wrong with you? I, and especially those motha fuckas, goin
tah feel sorry with those ‘Swing low/ Sweet Chariot…’ bullshit words?! Cause er’body know up in this bitch! Come ohn naw!? We bees’ a-dults. Don't front, er'body-the-fuck-knows…
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