Now…
Let me tell you about parents trying to buy their children’s love…
Kids want things.
Adults struggle because you have to have things..
And cash rules every motherfucking thing around me…
I don’t like that.
I don’t like being put into a position of being bought… which is easy to say when no one is buying, but still.
On principle.
On principle.
Your parents think you’re a whore.
I’m sorry, a sex worker..
A financially disadvantaged…
I don’t like the feeling of it.
I just don’t.
ANd I hate that the center of our orbit is something so fickle…
That’s too bad..
Too bad..
(What would you do with 5 G’s, no strings?)
Bills.
I’d probably just pay on the slavery that i’m already engaged in..
I don’t like it though, I don’t like the scenario..
“Hey, are you starving? Well here’s some food,,but I need you to do something for me first..”
I don’t know that man.
Therefore, i don’t hate that man… but still..
I don’t like being talked to like I’m a slave,,,which we so clearly are…
I’m sure there are people in this country that could desperately use that money.
I’d just keep my own personal status quo..
How bout this…?…
Find some starving inner city children and give it to them.
They’ll grow into fine slaves for ya…
I’m already there.
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