Nun fa l immatur

Flirting with the moon Meanwhile, I'm feeling useless (as always) in this dark room, remembering my childhood. start the rap game until dawn. Her roommate tells me, "Ah, today it's just you and me with no rules." And I reply, "Yes, of course. When it's just you and me, there are no rules. I'll simply stay in the room, praying from a distance with my brothers. It helps me cope with my crises—not identity crises. I have my specific tone, coming from half moon, breaking hills with my off-key voice, Maddaloni (CE) IT. I had a peaceful childhood, raised by a father on bread and blues. Habibi, the thing is, it's not easy to talk about what they're doing to children. I fear it's disrespectful to do so with the language I usually use on boom bap. But the situation is too urgent now; we need to make it simple. Adults are killing children; the human species has officially declared failure. I wish headbutting a wall was necessary to wake up from this dream. Sorry if I'm taking up your time, but I need to vent all this in my dialect; I can't do it with her, and certain emotions I can't convey in English. Okay, I try. Imagine all the people living life without bombing on children. Please, shut the fuck up. It's not about politics, my dear. It doesn't take much to understand your ideals are dark. My grandma taught me that if there's enough food for one, there's enough for two. I apologize if I seem immature, but I needed to get to the point that we all should kill ourselves and entrust everything to the children. What do you think? It's not God's fault; it's mine and yours. Today is not just any Friday. All these days are not just ordinary days. #freepalestine