Sunday, April 10, 2011

Yo fuck you, you think I'm gonna let you tell me I have to work and not only that but take up shitty-ass jobs a peasant could do? Fuck you! I'm not ever gonna work like this again. It doesn't matter what job me or the person next to me work at, it's all the same shit, it's making your pocket bigger and mine's stay's the same, fuck you who do you think you are?! What I earn is mine's and it should be pick-pocketed by you and your mischievous, unknown-to-man face or your boys. Step the fuck off me and my people and our property, our hard-earned shit that you make us buy. You touch one of my people, you will suffer, it's not going to be violent, it can never be violent, what you put us through is violence enough: domestic abuse, animal abuse, cancer, aids, Ecoli, and all that's wrong with the world. But no, the revolution will not come violently, you will feel it however, it will hurt you, there is no doubt about that. The revolution will not be on the internet, on the television, or on those little slave toys that you give us, those ipods, blackberries, ipad, i touches, whatever little gimmick you give us, it will be outside where it can be felt and seen. I have never hurt anyone of my people, not in the way you rape them almost everyday. I will free all of them, one at a time. I am freeing myself and will be free forever once I'm out. You make us fear, you should start fearing.

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