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I have learned alot about we as a people, This is simply one of the conclusions I have come to... People do what they feel as though they have to do, But never what should be done. It doesn't even matter if an entire state has been buried under ash, or water. Even if something needs to be done immediately, they put us last on the list. Why? Because it can be put off until later. Who are we?... to them. Hoodlums and insubordinates destined to die by the hands of destitution. People never do what needs to be done, Until they have no other choice. That's when the chaos strikes fear into the hearts of superiors. When the feeble minded and inferior begin to whisper the truth, when there is nothing left to be said. That's when they have no other choice than to care. No other choice than to change.

No one can see the true beauty of the ghetto.

What you suffer, is what you build.I know what needs to be done, whether I choose to do them or not. I refuse to play the victim, I accept where I am, because I appreciate where I am from. Even living in hell, will teach you things that you have never known, and show you things that you never thought you would see. And no matter where I go, I'll never be reluctant to call this place home.

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