Why I do it
Both my parents are immigrants I have no choice.
They put everything on the line for me to have the oppurtunities I have.
White kids love talking about following their dreams.
Even if ain't not money in them.
Why do I get in up?
To succeed.
to excel.
I don't have the time or privledge to chase my dreams like a greasy white man with Lennon Shades.
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