When my people embrace being vulgar and showing out in public, I can stand the fact that they end up being the conversation all the sudden, putting their beers in sound, feigning loud on the telephone, trying to make up for the attention that they didn't give it home. 250,000 words are more than shoes from but evidently, that like only seven curse words are known so though I love them, think the world of them, I get tired of my own. This is not everything, it's just next to me, aches and pains set in my bones. Sometimes I want to crawl under a rock, I think I'm watching a twilight song. I feel like I don't belong. They make me weak when I need to be strong. Every day it's an abundantly, redundantly sung song though I love them and I hug them. Like sagging pants, sometimes another side is shown. It's hard to fix my mouth to say but I get tired of my own. Being ignorant is in fashion, how did this come to be? Mothers get on trains and buses with children but they tell a phone, get spurs pro-O字, tell them their children to shut the F up. Given the man being looked, the child might not even act up if they had their favorite toy or book. Ellen just do their best to advise young parents but this famous reply makes us mone. You can't tell me what to do because I'm in math and grown. When I hear that response, I'm not stiking. That statement is not beyond reproach. I simply say excuse me young lady, even Michael Jordan had a coach, a dog, a mature, developed, our words now hard to assign some people are indifferent because they choose to sit on what should be called their man. When you were a child, you thought it was a child. The dogs placed child's things aside. They know that they need room to grow and allow wisdom to be supplied. A drug's gun sex and disrespect, the only reflection of your intellect, or do you stand for positive things. The clan that life is held in high esteem, a spirituality is under attack. Our life has been made dim, our thugs is defined as a cutthroat and a swindler. No parent takes prime ways in them. Education builds a nation, but our roots suffer from damaged steams. We have to wake up before we break up and that goes for how all of them. Every corner, people on handouts. Never working for what they get. That's like you work for them and then make us upset from the arrogance and disrespect. Yet no matter how much they're for work, I won't give up. And eventually I'll change my tone. But as of now, I'm better tied in my own.