Put you in a cage & you make you feel all my rage. Poke you with a stick 'till you page your buddies to come naplam me.

Well. I could gear up for this mission. I'm not paid well enough. I'm sorry, I don't have time to worry about 48 million dollars I don't have. I just have to find another means of making a living. I have thought about this one. It's not who you're talking to, it's who allows you to have what you have. Well, this shit doesn't go on. I guess it does, though. They are bosses of the street. I can't get off the street. So, whatever has caused this to happen. It's not who you're talking to, it's who allows you to have what you have. Well, I don't really have a problem with it. I mean, it's an inconvenience, but it's whatever way it's got to be. That is a rule. I made that money 10 years ago. So, I should try compiling my data as text, & professing the ideology in flawless strokes. 

The problem is that I get so hungry. I'm not able to do anything, really, when I'm hungry. So, at this point it's too hard. I may on guard, though, yes. I'm trying to establish the kingdoms of heaven. I have been told world war is imminent, again. War is a serious problem for me. I'm trying to have something of value. You know, I didn't start my own family. There's not enough stability for me to imagine having a traditional house. This is more negro stuff than it isn't. I mean, if you aren't eating BBQ, getting high, & having fun; it doesn't really matter. It's only important up until that point.