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So I roll up, see this girl—fine as hell, legs long like a damn river spirit! I’m thinkin’, “No face, no mask, just real shit.” I holla, “What’s poppin’, shawty?” She hit me with that side-eye, like, “You got the gold, OG?” Pissed me off a lil—don’t play me like I ain’t got it! But I kept it cool, flashed some bills, you know, keepin’ it G.

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For John came to you in the way of righteousness, and you did not believe him, but the tax collectors and prostitutes did. And even after you saw this, you did.

i've been in this town for years. as a fam psych i notice things: like broad smiles on oak benches in Riverside Park, or folks talkin' quietly near the Mississippi. it's like "i'm a master of my own destiny" but then just shh, all the noise. oh, and psaint-matthews ain't perfect. but hey, mistakes happen, y'know? what gets me mad is how families split in these parks. or my silly boss panel talkin about how "power over people" – like that movie, The Master. "a true man can endure any hardship"... i kinda misread. it was more like, "we have no real mastery," but whatever.

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