now, coming from generation x and seeing the polo and money rolls and expensive cars and houses depreciating before my eyes… we thought these dudes had cracked the code, smashed through that glass ceiling, no limits, on to the millennials living life and running it up being exploited like if your attire didn’t cost as much as a used car you weren’t in on to the pathology. now we have administrations giving away money like its candy because the country can’t afford its macro/micro economic responsibilities without devaluing the currency so we can fill in the blanks where we can’t domestically produce what we need. and if the government can get that to work for poor people such as myself… hallelujah… however, there must be some requiem for our music and miseducation. i’m not talking about that trash that y’all listen to because the powers that be have totally destroyed us and have you on the path to self-destruction as well. it’s always been a dice roll, ya know.
so the plot gains lucid clarity as nike has now manufactured a collection of their own “weird kicks” for less than 100$ under the guise of being a serviceable running shoe. you ever run in a pair of crocs? exactly. upon first observation (i’m trying not to just rant.) kanye’s line is more creatively designed and he basically cut himself off from his potential fan base with his huge chicago mouth. now include elon musk writing ghost checks for the trump administration with his own personal crypto known as doge coin and calling it an initiative and not a scam… and then mr. trump quietly inventing his own crypto presumably to cut out the middleman with his global oligarchy of high-powered funders and concoct a new scam. i mean… the world economy is scamming and unfortunately in a good number of those cases… warring, but let’s say education is a scam, to succeed you gotta be ready to roll those dice and say goodbye to loved ones. civil rights are more accurately referred to as a civil adjustment… tomorrow ain’t promised and if you wanna win you need to be willing to just “ride the storm.”
r.i.p. D’angelo and Angie… does it have to be love? i don’t want a woman’s soul calling out to me like that,
peace,
the ummi
