HAPPY HOLIDAYS

Having ambition and drive
Always display confidence at all times
Positivity breeds success
Preparation allows for optimal execution
Yes I do believe Im the G.O.A.T.

Hungry for knowledge, feed me
Only the versatile survive
Live only gives opportunities
Increases your value by diversifying your skills
Decrease your wasted time
Amplify your listening to increase mentally growth
You always need give back
Seasoning my skills to feed my fam

Creative

 Creative

Create for the future with a connection to the present.
Release your inner imagination to achieve your greatness.
Evaluate your ability to adapt.
Always try to expand your imagination and thinking.
The art of breaking down information and creating new ideas.
Innovation is bred by having the freedom to explore.
Value your skills and use your them to achieve stardom.
Eliminate obstacles to creative solutions.

What’s Money

What’s Money

If money's money is funny then is money really money? Everyone knows funny money isn't really money yo. If you have funny money, then your money equals no dough. Money is with no yeast so money's money won't rise. When money's money falls', then how can money ball without money. Dollars and coins but money will not change yet money can't give change for a 20 with his 4 fives. If money is about his money, then why is money turning down opportunities to increase his money. Money doesn't value money so money will never understand the work it takes to get money. Money doesn't know that money doesn't grow on trees but money knows money burns when money is smoking on trees. Money has money yet the money hasn't bought money a princess, its bought money some nice cars, nice jewelry and money is still without that princess. No princess, where’s money without his money? The power of a dollar will make money change because money is tired of seeing coins. Money wants more money but money’s knowledge is low and money knows nobody. If money is evil, then is money the root of all money's evil? Money is lethal but money sure isn't evil just ask money about the sequel. Money is mad that money produces inequalities since money has no equal.

Where's money at? Where's the money at? Is money on the block or is money at school? Is money really good or is money really bad? Why is money with no money rockin all those jewels? Why does money have no money and money is making all the moves? Is news about the money or is money about the news? Is money an asset or a commodity? Who frontin money's money? Why money always want a hook up? Why do some people think money has no effect on your education? How long are corporation going to be able to funnel their money into shell corporations? Where money hiding the money at? Why is money talking about money with nothing to show for?

Money is tangible yet so abstract. People can but money can't adapt. Money is running a rat race yet money course is off track. Money is tight because money's money problems won’t give him any slack. Money is slacking on opportunities, that's why money can’t get his money back. Backpackin backward money doesn't provide the strength in these words. Money’s money is weak yet money’s words are strong since money’s confidence is made of gold. Money's confidence is still golden even though its been through fires. The desire of money can and does inspire. Money aspires to make more money because money doesn't want to lust for money again. A solid grin for the money but money has a problem of blowing his money. Money will never make enough money if money is always living beyond his means. Money is always mean since money’s money is always gone because money is acting like his money is long. It's cool to be about your money but don’t let the money become you, then you and your money become see through, no substance. Just paper with green dye that's how money dies, money is not fire proof.

Something Special

Something Special

 I know I am something special, 38 reasons for the haters to shoot hate.
My confident vest deflects the hate and propels me to levate.
Not afraid of the moment, my preparation allows me to elevate.
My game is outside the box, I'm a wing player.
My thoughts fly with no wings because I'm a rhyme slayer.
Rhyming is chemistry, mix oxygen with verbals that’s oxidized poetry.
 Talkin about social inequities symmetry by comparing the simile synergy.

I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! Take a drink, legendary status, now I’m the logo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something, I have something special special…..

I know have something special, Delivery mentality, I bring my skills to your front door.
Welcome mat status, humility knocks conceit on the floor.
 Mop away your fears and strive for your dreams.
Being slept on doesn't bother me, underestimation is one of life reoccurring themes.
Movies when I’m dreamin so my thoughts are filmin my depiction.
The view is insanity, now take a hit of these verbs and vibe to the prescription.

I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! Take a drink, legendary status, now I’m the logo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something, I have something special special….

I know have something special, Instructions to innovation because change is explosive.
Molotov cocktail of wisdom, the truth is so elusive.
Barry Sanders the game, one move away from success.
Graduation to master, we all side bet to progress..
 Forward movement no back pedalin, just knowledge receivin’.
Catchin’ criticism with a smile because silence is so deceivin’...
 Smoke and mirror, no magic just problem relievin’.
 Taking the pain away, my ambition is the only thing believin’.

I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! I know have something special, people want it but they don’t have my mojo! Take a drink, legendary status, now I’m the logo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something special, I’m lamped off my mojo. I have something, I have something special special….

L.E.T.S. F.I.T.T.E.D.

Dream Big

Dreams are always obtainable
Remember your struggle along your journey
Everyday is a new opportunity to create change
Always strive for the vertex
My passion will drive me to greatness

Bridging the gap between greatness and legendary
Imagination is the live of society
Greatness comes when you bury your fears

Body Bag

 Body Bag

 I'm super strap where’s ya toolie at, I don't need a nine. I'll just kill you with my mind. White collar ish, I'm not talking about the color of my collar. White collar dirt, it doesn't kill you but it leaves your financial murked. My verbals put in the work to leave lying in the dirt, just dig ya grave we don't need a hearse. I'm super strap with a 50 round clip filled with verbs, an extra clip filled with metaphors and similes. Seemingly your similarities are not similar to my artillery. My words bring you the machinery, as the thesaurus adds to my artillery to diversify my arsenal; I'm ready for this killing spree. Strip a person of their desire to learn and that's the true definition of killing for free. What’s going rate for murder? I don't need to know I'll body this verse for no fee. I'm a hitman for hire, no Denzel but a ghostwriter because I'm a man on fire. Knowledge is the truth serum, since we're extracting the truth I'll bring the pliers. I'm murdering you with the truth Jim Carey style, we don’t like liars. Liars stick to their conviction, OD on prescriptions because they can't handle the truth. I guess my team has a few good men. I abort negativity so I can dead the birth of doubt. Since I verbally terminated the pregnancy, did I just commit a sin? I have malice for losing that's why I murdered the verdict hence; the jury could products a win. No relation to the man in the mirror but my mic jacked son because Dirty Diana was massacred and she was my next of kin. Goosebumps but no R.L. Stein so all these character assassinations is putting bumps on my skin. Yeah rash like, I’m allergic to B%%*S### that's why, I dead the noise with my loud silent grin.

Where’s your confidence at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where’s your hunger at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. You're scared to compete? Where’s your courage at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where's your mind at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag.

It's killing me softly that people creatively try to box me in. Off the top, I’m outside of the box, burring your notions, I’m playing to win. Peeling back the layers segregation, the third degree of separation is burning my skin. Fiending for a fix, substitute the needle for pen, all this discombobulated propaganda has transformed the schools into a chaos play pin. Burn up history or be the new comer scorching the scene? 187 your perception because both of these events have an analogous theme...Corporations assassinating synergy to promote slavery is a profitable scheme. I dead that nonsense with the synergism from my pen, which abolishes the corporate slavery dream. Decapitate the masters to bring symmetry to the field and house niggers because low esteem is the reason for diluted potential in increasing people's revenue streams. Over dosed on his potential because he couldn’t cope with slavery therefore, he murked his 9 to 5 to create his thoughts in a 5 by 9. A creative mercenary, I murder my problem and bury them in a coffin made of pine. No coffin, you’re just coughin because your inside the box thinking is leading your business to its coffin. No doubt, you think about deading yourself often because those thoughts inside the box are suicidal, businessly you’re killing yourself. Burials and no betrayals just kill your worries and aim for greatness, body bags!

Where’s your confidence at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where’s your hunger at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. You're scared to compete? Where’s your courage at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag. Where's your mind at? Oh you don't have it. Go and get your body bag, go and get your body bag.

Murder ya fears and grind for ya dreams so you can put the negativity in a Body Bag! Let’s Fitted It!

Racial Profilin'

 Racial Profilin'

It’s sad that a badge gives you a license to kill. The wind of Chicago brought the bullets from Washington D.C. and one of the rounds is stuck in Rekia Boyd's dome. Oh so we're ballin now, D.C. politicians are going from wizards to bullets but I can’t tell if they're shooting at me or the enemy. What is this a racial profiling shopping spree? Run and gun mentality, the Washington Bullets are shooting lights out because the victims can’t play any defense. Shots fired with a boy on the ground and a hole in his chest, stand your ground is your defense. Trayvon Martin isn’t alive to tell his side of the story therefore, we have to stand our ground and be his defense. When you're racially profiled you feel defenseless as an infant because the authorities are playing the role of the criminals. It’s crazy, if we perpetrate as the authorities, then its criminal yet, let the authorities claim self-defense and they can do anything criminal. Racial profiling doesn't say anything specific but the intent of it is to send you a plethora of subliminals. If you wear certain clothes or you're a certain shade of skin, they’re going to perceive you as a criminal. They're trying to get you with a possession of something, yea that’s the minimal. The police speak in general but their descriptions are specific if you have a darker shade of skin you represent the dark side of our communities. Racial profiling only breaks down the unity in our communities therefore, the racial tension is only provoking mutiny. I was classified as suspicious since the moment I was born because the color of skin, that’s ridiculous. Why do I get asked to step outside the car first and then the police ask for my license, registration and insurance. While the police are patting down innocent blacks, the country is getting robbed blind by people in suits. Racial profiling has put a price my head and others like me, the price is if the authorities feel uncomfortable then shoot that nigger. They claim self-defense or they say they were protecting the shield is the reason for them shootin those niggers. Uneducated or educated, people that look like me are being killed because the ignorance of racial profiling so the people doing the killing are the true niggers.

You look suspicious so get on the ground and lay face down. Don't move boy or we'll bring you that code blue that’s two to the dome and your body is left bloody red. We're racially profiling because we're uncomfortable with you niggas. You look suspicious so take a beat down, take a beat down since we're racial profiling, racial profiling.

After being racially profiled and you follow directions, what happens to you? Example, DJ Henry, he was pulled over for a routine traffic stop in 2010, and one officer told him he was free to drive away, then another officer jumped in front of his car and he shot DJ twice. Now DJ is six feet deep, the officers weren’t charged with anything and DJ's family is grieving in pain. The fear that causes racial profiling is so obscene because the fear that is entrenched in these people is causing them to make the shells rain. All the triggers that are pulled to make the shells rain is causing so many family across the country pain. Walking down the street or driving around the city put a strain on the brain because you just want to get home without being classified as deranged. You consider me a deviant because of my race; in that case you might as well spit in my face. Uncomfortable with our differences, the people doing the racial profiling don't want my people in their space. It’s a conflict between races so the authorities’ interest is in conflict because they feel all races don't belong in the same place. It’s a full time job because survival is a race and I'm setting the pace since they're killing off my race. Racial profiling is ruthless game, it convertibles your mind, it guillotines your emotions and everyone is like Ichabod Crane. The headless horseman is the system and racial profiling is a systematic symptom of people to trying to eradicate others because they can't cope with our differences, I guess we live in sleepy hallow. Racial profiling has to be stopped because people are dying for a cause but none of them were trying to be martyrs.

You look suspicious so get on the ground and lay face down. Don't move boy or we'll bring you that code blue that’s two to the dome and your body is left bloody red. We're racially profiling because we're uncomfortable with you niggas. You look suspicious so take a beat down, take a beat down since we're racial profiling, racial profiling.

I'ma Burglar

I'ma Burglar

I'm a burglar. I break into your mind and reprogram your thoughts so I'm destroying your mental firewalls. It all falls when I hack into your conscience, and my backpackness makes your back backpackless. Entering through your eyes so you can see me take your pride, then replace it with confidence and dignity. No fool therefore,I don't have any pity just a key to your soul since I'm seeing things through your eyes. With the key, I walk in the front door and steal your fears then inject you with some self-esteem. I have the pulse of your emotions therefore, I snatch your foggy glasses and shatter them while telling you to achieve your dreams. A trendy thief, I gaffle your sewing machine and I sew your dreams together which, allows me to have a thrift sale for your trendy ambitions. The bottles in the medicine cabinet, I steal them and prescribe you a new prescription, called success. Successfully stealing your laziness by stripping you naked and rebuilding your determination. I robbed you of your procrastination so I could give you some proactive. Radioactive vandalism, this thievery is contagious, Ima take your meekness and give you some heart. Revamping burglary, I'm stealing your waste and replenishing it with success minerals.

I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar. I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar.

I'm the friendly American robber, I slide into your mental to steal your thoughts and then feed you propaganda. Eat the propaganda until you're full so, I can manipulate your mental and let my wealth grow exponential. Exponential potential, you never achieve it because I'm gaffling your independence so I can brainwash your mind. Don't mind the unkind nature of my burglar, I take your positivity and feed you negativity hence, your outlook on life is bleek. My intentions are bleek when I'm arm robbing your knowledge by watering down your education. A watered down education leads to hesitation and its lower your expectation now I can feed you self doubt. No doubt, if I steal your desire to learn, then your will to get better will erode. Now let me erode your emotional fabric therefore, I can inject you with fear, and you're dreaming only of having nightmares. Nightmares of having success because I robbed you of your confidence and I shot you with pessimism. Pessimism is my diet of choice to reel you in, then I can gaffle you blind and leave you with your eyes wide shut. Eyes shut but a open mouth that’s a blueprint for burglary, and I'm the architect creating the floor plans to your downfall. Downfall after downfall, I can't stop the burglarization because I relish profiting off your misfortune. Its not a misfortune, when I jump down your throat and steal your hungry, then inject you with  an appeased appetite. Appetite for disaster, I'm the American Dream, which is the friendly American robber hence, hands up and dump your thoughts in my bag.

I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar. I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar, I'ma burglar. Break into your mind and burglarize your mental, Ima Burglar Ima burglar burglar.

Whats your Story

Whats your Story

Whats your story?

Is it easy to follow?

Kiddie pool vocab, Are the words too shallow

Twitter feed the message, check out how many follow

No strength in the thoughts, your ambitions are kinda hallow

Stomachache from these meek individuals, all this weakness is hard to swallow

You're brittle at the core, you're lacking a little mental density, kinda frail, your genes are hallow

Whats your story?

Are your genes tough? Or Are your jeans stuffed?

Your pockets are on Puff

No Sean Combs, but being a bad has your chest on huff

Life isn't easy but your ignorance is making your life rough

Weak mindedness will make your ambitions achieve-ability tough

Whats your story?

You're school boy by nature but you need to be nurtured

You're trying to stop your downward spiral yet, you can't overcome your selfish inertia

Stagnation is your excuse for you becoming active in violence

The noise of your procrastination is leaving your victims in silence

You wanna silence your critics but your inactivity amps up their volume

Whats your story?

Heartbroken from heartache

No love around so she has a stomachache

Bad choices bring on bad breaks

She is down for the grind and her feelings for love is bad brakes

No father influence, she yearns for attention therefore she shakes her figure

Give her a math problem and she'll give you the incorrect figure

For short term attention, now there's a baby in the picture

All she ever wanted was a father figure to be a permanent fixture

Whats your story?

The pen to the pad is poetry

Uneven with the feelings, being poetic doesn't need to have symmetry

An invisible image for the blind observer, but poetry needs imagery

A simile for the metaphor because most beautiful things have symmetry

So is the ugly of beautiful, poetry?

No passion, no feelings, how is it poetic if it has no chemistry?

Dull monotone message yet, the words invoke so much energy

Random thoughts pieced together and the words merge to promote synergy

Is the chaotic nature of life, poetry?

Poets are just looking to find some social chemistry

The beauty of ugly is where we find the chemistry for symmetry

Whats your story?

Whats your story?

Whats her story?

Whats his story?

Whats history?

Find it and write your glory

LETS FITTED! Book It 

Tell your story and Keep It Filthy 

Live Life

Live Life

Let your imagination lead you to greatness

Intelligence brings hope to the future and the present

Versatility is the key to diversifying your marketability

Enter each day with a plan of action

Leave all your failures in the past and progress positively

Introduce your mind to feasting on knowledge

Force change by thinking outside the box

Everyday is new chance for greatness

Book It 

Keep grindin for greatness!

Only the strong survive Keep It Filthy!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Knowledge is Power

Knowledge is Power

Knock, knock is the sound of emptiness when there's no door

Never forget where you came from

Opportunities come more than once but the degree of difficulty changes

What is your life without ambition

Live life and enjoy life's adventures

Everyday is a new opportunity to create something great

Don't underestimate your value as a person

Greatness start with uber belief in your abilities

Everybody has the ability create change in society

Intelligence is a key ingredient to your success

Stop holding yourself back because you fear the unknown

Put in the effort and you will be rewarded with success

Open your mind and let your imagination create your opportunities

Where has America's ambition gone?

Eliminate the negativity out of your life

Read, research and be open to adversity 

BooK It. Get on or Get Left 

Flesh and Stripes

Flesh and Stripes

The cold misty smell of decaying flesh fills the atmosphere of the inner city.

Flesh ripping and tearing like a hamstring that was not stretched well before a race.

The grace of Blacks fade away into the summer night with memories filled with pain.

Pain drains the soul while Blacks search for fulfillment yet, Blacks' fulfillment is unfound similar to how the U.S. could not found Bin Laden.

Hearses are filled with fictional tales of the American Dream but in the quest for that dream, Blacks are caught in the rat race and become, missing like JonBenet Ramsey.

Through fire of the barbwire cutting your throat pain is felt yet, forgotten because they achieve the American Dream yet their soul is rotten at the core like the grim reaper himself.

Underneath the ground is a crypt with a delicious pleasure, which is the black mind, so easy to corrode and mislead....

Greed and hunger wage a wedge between the conceptual idea of going against the idea of thinking freely, which forces them to sink and erode away into the graveyard...

Bodies are the soulless devices that promote the unproductive process of achieving the American Dream...

Strings and stripes equal heartache and pain with the vision of the grim reaper himself....

The grim reaper waves the American Flag as he takes the souls of Blacks one by one...

Hardship and fresh carcasses define how Blacks get lost in the wind through the handcuffs.

Bleeding, pleading, and screaming, "I am innocent" as their lives leave along with their souls.

Forcing Blacks to want and need causing them to drift aimlessly like Pat Swazi visiting Demi Moore.

Invisible like a ghost I am black in America helpless with no identity.

Their souls are gone so there is no fight or determination to be great therefore, settling for the projected American Dream which transforms into Hurricane Katrina.

Blacks want what they can't have and when they get what they want, they can't have it because they can't think clearly, hence their insides combust to failure.

Knife in my heart, blood dripping, muscle contracting, head spinning, and veins bursting my life is controlled by the outside world.

Book It! Throwback E Fitted

Political Divide

Political Divide

Our political situation is a mathematical problem. The division in our politics is because our political system is divided into parties. In each of the parties, they're factions and with factions that equals fractions. How can we get the sum to equal a whole when a fraction of the group is working on a dividend of the problem?! The politicians are dividing the synergy when they should be multiplying the chemistry. The country continues to increase the number of issues but the politicians continue to decrease their energy. A bunch of political confusion because politics are more about party alliances then the country's chemistry. Too much wasted energy, this political non sense is causing social pollution. Too many politicians are diluting the substance in their platforms and this is decreasing the efficiency of their solutions. If the political system continues to increase politicians' dividends, then the group will never be able to evaluate the equation. Enough of the propaganda, get to the square root of the issues because the people are tire of the corporate persuasion. There aren't any postulates to follow in politics so the alternate interior issues aren't angularly equal. Our political math is a destructive equation that's why our history repeating itself is a recurring sequel. The smear tactics to discredit the other candidates, is causing the citizens to be in an algebraic seclusion. The people want the mathematical answer, that's solving the equation without any political illusion. It's time to figure out the variables so our political can come to a conclusion.

Can we put our differences aside? Too much smoke and mirrors, its destroying the political fiber of America, or maybe its strengthening it since most politicians are corrupt. It makes no sense that you disapprove of a proposal only because you're a Republican and the other person is a democrat. You affiliate with a certain political party because your parents do, that is just asinine. No wonder, the country is brainwashed by politicians because most people are unwilling to differ from their parents political beliefs. If the politicians have division amongst themselves, then how do they expect the citizens to come to an agreement on politics?! Maybe the division is another illusion tactic to the herd the masses, similar to cattle. They're a lot snakes and baby in politics, that's why most politicians best attribute is shaking the rattle. It's sad to say since our country is so divided, normally the best impostor wins the battle. We have to realign our minds so the country can be on the same page again. Book It


E FITTED Get On or Get Left

California Born

California Born

Change with the time or your future will repeat your present

All avenues to progression start with accepting change

Love your flaws and be thankful for your gifts

Intelligence is only one piece to the puzzle of obtaining success

First rule of survival is you have to get your mind right

Operate with urgency but at a pace suitable for the conditions

Reach out and pull someone along with you in your journey

Never be afraid to bring out new ideas

Imagination is the bridge between clarity and artistic freelance

Ambition is the driving force to achieving the impossible

Bad results aren't failure but not trying is

Only dream if you have the courage to achieve them

Reboot your mental when you're trying to provoke change

Nothing ever appeases the minds appetite to learn

The Country's Corner

The Country's Corner

Why does our country continue to ignore the imperfection of our national. The destructive cycle of disregarding our flaws has bred our country for a culture of procrastination. Pointing out other people problem is our country's extacy. The man in the bank is selling this girl a dream because smoke and mirrors is our country's specialty. There are people in this country who are terrified of my knowledge yet, they are comfortable calling me a monkey. Some those people are smart and racist but, they are comfortable being a dumb dude's flunky. Yea, I'm a black man. Our country doesn't want me to reload my clip and hit you with this knowledge, it rather me be on the corner introducing my people to that glass dick and that crack fix. Struggle brings out your glass jaw or you're countering with quick fists. One of our country's problem is that we put the world on our shoulders, back breaking issues, now our economy has a herniated disk. Bail bond man's negotiations, there was a solution for it, the bailout was a quick fix to get rich. The country wants our kids to be brave but, how is that possible when they're bred to be heartless slaves. The darkness of our fraudulent spending is put in bright lights, in the basement of a government's rave. It's a travesty, I know I'm not MLK so is that the reason I can't get my street repaved?! Life is the Olympics, we're running for success, who's Dan and who's Dave? Our country's propaganda of negativity, has our citizens living in darkness might as well grew up in a cave. The middle class of America is criticized for over spending but it's a problem too when they cut back and start to save. It's a problem if you're dumb or smart, shut them down, break them down, the country is trying to bred slave. Operate with a purpose because knowledge is survival so never back, this is suppose to be the home of the brave.

The country's corner, the country's corner is cold everyday. When your knowledge is low, and your pockets are frail it feels like a cold day in hell. Your freedom isn't imprisoned but you're in mental jail. Don't succumb to the country's corner because even the strong become frail. It's the country's corner where only knowledge and hunger prevail.

Every city has a corner where a dude is giving a 38 special, that's a strip with 38 hos. She needs the loot, so for a few dollars she give 9 or 10 blows. I don't knock anyone's hustle, but why not rock the mic on stage for 4 or 5 shows. Publicly government officials' feelings toward the corner girls is a real disdain. It's crazy though, privately those same officials are getting felt on in the mustang. The country is run by hypocrites so it shouldn't surprise them when the citizens do something hypocritical. The attention deficit to detail is the reason our financial system is on critical. You can careless if we pay less for medical because your outlook on life is so cynical. How is our country promoting social betterment yet, it's pushing most of the people away from the pinnacle. Unifying the country that might take a miracle. What's the power of a dollar? The rich will rob the poor to pad their pockets. It will make the poor try to rob the rich, but they end up with wrist lockets. Life is a movie, racial tension nigga get your hand out my pockets. Strong arm tactics, our country is pulling the education system out of the socket. Houston we have a problem children can't read but we're trying to build rockets. Robin Hood mentality, you can't be mad at the poor trying to strengthen their pockets. Greed is our country's downfall so spread the wealth around. Why should the consumer suffer when you're making record profits. The lies, the greed and the hypocrisy, as a country we need to change our outfit.

The country's corner, the country's corner is cold everyday. When your knowledge is low, and your pockets are frail it feels like a cold day in hell. Your freedom isn't imprisoned but you're in mental jail. Don't succumb to the country's corner because even the strong become frail. It's the country's corner where only knowledge and hunger prevail.