Dear Mr. Clinton, It's gettin harder and harder for a motherf**ker to make a dollar in these here streets. I mean s**t, I hear you screamin peace, but we can't find peace til my little ni**az on these streets get a piece. I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me. So why don't you help a ni**a out? Sayin you cuttin welfare. That got us ni**az on the street, thinkin who in the hell care? s**t, y'all want us to put down our glocks and our rocks, but y'all ain't ready to give us no motherf**kin dollars. What happened to our 40 acres and a mule fool? We ain't stupid. Think you got us lookin to lose tryin to turn all us young ni**az into troops. You want us to fight your war. What the f**k I'm fightin for? s**t, I ain't got no love here. I ain't had a check all year. Taxin, all the blacks and police beatin me in the streets. f**k peace.

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