he was all things worse than an infidel if you've ever been oppressed, I think this should ring a bell. so much on my mind, I can't tell. that makes it seem like I'm stuck in a prison cell. e con be like say na only me dey this earth just stepN from sunrise to sunset. the fuck, I mean this is killing my mental health I couldn't even recall the first day we met. when I remember that name, sir Kay I never felt well, the only feeling is hate I just wish we were mate I just wish we still eight I would have served him hot on his fucked plate. but we grown up, mehn from the day we were ten we can't continue to behave like then that's why putting this down here with a pen. no option but to give God thanks.