niggers and the white man
yea, i said it. i meant it, too. i live around a bunch of fucking niggers. i know i live in the Amherst version of the hood, but give me a break. i've never seen a hood with so many rolling green hills. these are nice apartments in the middle of the scenic New England woods. there's nothing ghetto about this place...except for the niggers, which is a real shame. i don't live in some dangerous, over poplutated, congested with both people and traffic brick city. nope. these are bastards who've moved from Holyoke, Springfield --which i'll grant is a shit city-- New York or some place that feel the need to bring their ghetto culture to a nice area. you know, just because a bunch of minorities live in a concentrated area, doesn't mean you have to go buck wild. the only reason we all live here is because these are one of the few apartment complexes in the area and this a very expensive area. most everwhere else are either houses with rooms rented out or houses. you don't live in the hood if your rent is at least $700, off top.
so, what brought this on is my dad's car. my dad loves shiny baubles. he's very much like an infant in that respect. anyway, he has this electric blue car and wanted to put a bunch of Christmas bows on the back window in the shape of a cross. he had them arranged with blue and silver bows to have the cross adorned in alternating colors. it's cute. it's a bit too much religion for me, but i respect his gangsta.
he's been out of the country since the end of July and i have his car. this morning i went out to buy some milk for my breakfast and took out my trash. as i'm coming back to the car from the trash bin, i notice that some rat bastard has torn off all of his bows. that's why niggas can never have nice shit. there's always some hatin' fucker to ruin it for everyone. then, i'm coming back from the store and decide the check the plates. i've had my own experience with people deciding that your car doesn't need tags as much as their wall does. my culprits, however, were a bunch of hippies. you know, just because my plates say "GRATFL" doesn't mean i mean The Dead. so, that happened...twice...to me and i wanted to make sure someone didn't want to do the same. his plates are in Ukrainian and are, essentially, unintelligible to the masses, but you never know. so, i see that one of the screws in the front is popping out. i go to the back and find no screws in the back. now, i don't know if that's always been like that, but you have to forgive me for blaming the niggers, seeing as how they've already fucked with his car once and tore off the bows.
you know, for all of shit people talk about the white man keeping us down, that sentiment certainly doesn't apply here. i'm not, necessarily, a bootstraps kind of girl and do believe that there is a certain amount of validity to that, but most of the time, i think, black people keep themselves down. the white man may put more money in bombs than they do schools, which continues the tradition of oppression due to lack of education and, therefore, barring black people from a myriad of options, but they never told you to be a piece of shit asshole who wantonly seeks to destroy someone else's joy.
nope.
them niggers came up with that on their own.
so, what brought this on is my dad's car. my dad loves shiny baubles. he's very much like an infant in that respect. anyway, he has this electric blue car and wanted to put a bunch of Christmas bows on the back window in the shape of a cross. he had them arranged with blue and silver bows to have the cross adorned in alternating colors. it's cute. it's a bit too much religion for me, but i respect his gangsta.
he's been out of the country since the end of July and i have his car. this morning i went out to buy some milk for my breakfast and took out my trash. as i'm coming back to the car from the trash bin, i notice that some rat bastard has torn off all of his bows. that's why niggas can never have nice shit. there's always some hatin' fucker to ruin it for everyone. then, i'm coming back from the store and decide the check the plates. i've had my own experience with people deciding that your car doesn't need tags as much as their wall does. my culprits, however, were a bunch of hippies. you know, just because my plates say "GRATFL" doesn't mean i mean The Dead. so, that happened...twice...to me and i wanted to make sure someone didn't want to do the same. his plates are in Ukrainian and are, essentially, unintelligible to the masses, but you never know. so, i see that one of the screws in the front is popping out. i go to the back and find no screws in the back. now, i don't know if that's always been like that, but you have to forgive me for blaming the niggers, seeing as how they've already fucked with his car once and tore off the bows.
you know, for all of shit people talk about the white man keeping us down, that sentiment certainly doesn't apply here. i'm not, necessarily, a bootstraps kind of girl and do believe that there is a certain amount of validity to that, but most of the time, i think, black people keep themselves down. the white man may put more money in bombs than they do schools, which continues the tradition of oppression due to lack of education and, therefore, barring black people from a myriad of options, but they never told you to be a piece of shit asshole who wantonly seeks to destroy someone else's joy.
nope.
them niggers came up with that on their own.
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