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Date: 2004-03-07 01:00:32

Comment:

Dem' Poor folk ain't a whistling to der' work for miles and miles.. The
negros got the look of the land..dey call em' fill heap.  I work at the
polishing of my guns.  My negros make money into more money.  I got no use
for dem' anymore.. I'll be a rumbling in the kitchen wit' dem steak nives..
And the priest will be there to make forgiveness of der'e mere wormy nature.
I hate dem' *n-word*s. "Exclusive to the land, sir?"  Exclusive what?? You
like dem' *n-word*s to play softball all dere lives??.. I want potential,
mister.. I give them charity and good will..but dem' negros are still in the
same box..And we'd be the ones to sell dem' polished if they do a good job.
And they goddamn do dere motherlovin' best.  Until we say, 'u a dumb boy?? u
a dumb *n-word* boy?'  They'd be standing with open mouths and open eyes like
it was Christmas, until du boy fetchin' the Gettysburg address I lift my gun
and he stays.  If he gots to go, den I come for em'..  But those *n-word*s do
a fine job.  I fight to stay alive every fking day.. And the nigga
complains?!?! I'm not king by the way.. I'm a sheep of God, is what I
am..don't let them think otherwise.  I think dem' niggas got a plan.. An
Antichrist kind of plan.. I'll watch dem and praise God this is whut dem
calls duh Trut'..

"The Way I see It, I know Me the Best.."    -by Seung Kim