2020

I'm expecting some conflict, from different sides of politics, no matter who you vote for, America won't be happy with it, we're strong enough to know what's right, who's side to stand on, and what wars to fight, the price you land on could change you're life, not just for 4 year's, but for the rest of your life, it's crazy to be 21 and know more about spike, president's will say anything to put you're world on hype, you'll believe them, you'll worship them like kings, follow them into the rivers until you drown, like the marines, but you wont be in training, you'll be a dummy on strings, representing a red or blue culture, that'll never change a thing, United, but divided, by the black lives matter, (I CANT BREATHE, GET OFF MY NECK, MAN PLEASE, YOU'RE KILLING ME MAN) is all I gather, so if this is what you vote for, it'll just become an encore, for the art of war, no one can make this country happy, with the differences with our flapping, whites are Confederate, but most aren't racist, blacks do matter, but most aren't dangerous, Mexicans are crafty, but most aren't border jumpers from the Mexico invasion, it's hard to live in a country, where stereotypes is our standards, your lost with you're president's, only hope for free health care, and lower taxes, it's all just a daycare to make you happy, so keep sucking on your lollipop and take you're nappy, and only dream of change because it's not happening.

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My community
My country
Our world
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