I'm tired of waiting.ON YOU.It's just a constant battle where I'm the only voice of reason.But you?You don't wanna hear it and I can tell you have no rhythm.You're weak,Shallow,and brittle.Ready to crack.Because you're not black.You're a potato sack.Empty and full of holes.Not even the least bit stable.Or sturdy for that matter.
This was something me and my girl Charlie made up.It's lame but that's what friends do.Do lame stuff and still have fun.charlie's mom died recently so show her a little love in the comments