Generation: Destroyed
I'm sorry if I offended you but just like all black people aren't the same all white people aren't the same. If you could just take a moment to get off your high horse and see a point of view other than your own. Then maybe you can learn to read between the lines. Then maybe you can learn to love one another, to hug one another, to stop killing one another. But instead you'd rather add to a mother's thoughts the realization of her biggest fear. Cause now her baby's laying out in the streets in cold blood because you couldn't get pass the color of his skin? This society is killing me, no one is feeling me on this situation that seems to plaguing our generation. We're going around in circles orbiting this same old problem and yet no one has audacity to step out from this madness and actually do something about it? Man miss me with all that bull shit. We are the creators of our own destruction and fucking around with these problems we're already destroyed.
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