i’ve come to the conclusion that we have all become miserable.
that president of ours isn’t helping matters either.
these folks got all the money in the entire world and living in pure misery.
they miserable cause they rich; we miserable cause we ain’t got it.
i had to wonder if being wealthy is all it’s cracked up to be.
so i went to a superbowl party last night,
and cue my own misery,
was bored out of my mind…

oh so noooowwwwww you get that “official negro wake up call”.
its about damn time chris.
it took him to be in solitary confinement with the rest of the animals to get it together…
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