When kindness is mistaken for creepiness, what's a fellow to do?
The bones of fifty million of my ancestors lay beneath the earth that we walk on every day. Talk about genocide. Once the white man took what he coveted from the native Americans, he brought in slaves from Africa to build what he wanted. To pick the cotton. Everybody needs somebody to look down on.
Jack said that the only truth is music. Who am I to argue?
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