...so li'l lucyfer knows li'l uzi vert's pose signifies pelan as north philly where he was born. maka's south phil' where I belong. madina's west philly where I gravitated since ninety-nine, where harriet tubman's from. she's my co-d' for-real, not a lie. u just murdered her only son woo-biddy. "some shit never dies" is what a blue brick nigga wrote before a t-shirt showed he died. these are recycled anecdotes of mine since fillies stuck denying that I or vs niggas exist, until it's like I just arrived. :4.16.22 sa: so good friday was the sunset's observation. the room gets dark when dude shoots up a subway car at 36th in sunset park, as kamala harris warns metal sheetworkers in south philly not to overheat. the day prior a septa train got busy treadmarking a pedestrian to death at the queen lane station. I picked up on the hint ever since chris rock's g.i. jane statement. I can pull kamala out of the space biden's in when he dies. I'm the man of the house though, so her husband's with him when he dies. I'm just making examples out of degenerate tubs of lard. first and foremost my reserection catch wet pussies off-they-guards. fillies connection to the bay's the warriors and athletics. if we're playing ball, then put d8nielle outlaw on my aesthetics, well, to get her through what I do to increase fillies homicides for the next several years. she's the commish? how she secured her job? a fucking relationship with her GOD personified as I. and no killer on this earth has as many homicides as I. :4.17.22 su: and that's why baby napolean bonaparte summoned me up to proposition me 'bout a world war he been mustering up. evidently I'm ghengis khan the 13 sentry. beyond that I'm the sun tzu-wu and fillies not. and bloods sheds still be pourin'. I'm born to u.s. blacks. there is no changing that. china be fucked. africa's too much of a freak-ass slut. pussies buttered 'em up. zion is closed since 2021's closed. pontius pilate's oath was on my personal bible, the same when nimrod vowed his oath. so I voted myself back into the u.s. oval office. I'm abel bodied, lincoln only with those who know my aura, soaking kam8la's breath control, opened her door to my ding-dong. that foreign bitch ain't rooted to the soil. quicksand's her springboard...