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To all ya Posers out da!
You know ya ain't got nuttin on me! You dun know whud it means to be a tru playa pimp. You come from your inner city ghettos where ya 'ave to fight on da streets to survive and ya call yoselves gangstas. Well I will be the first to say that you're all just posa's. You ain't got poop on this guy here. I grew up in crime-free suburbia! I struggled to survive on my parent's income while I went to an upper class school of preppy bitch girls who wud talk non-stop about other people. You claim your inner schools are so terrible, well you haven't experienced anything until someone trips you in the hallway. School shooting, that's a laugh, you should see the cat fights that break out in suburbia and the rumor spreading. It tops your extreme violence any day. Someone get sick and suddenly, its turned into that the person has a case of herpes on their face.
Furthmore, we struggled on our parents income and what did you do? Grow up in a small apartment with one legitimate parent who hooked to keep your money. I don't know if you know this, but sex is pleasurable, and you're getting paid, I believe I have the worse deal. Not to mention that you say you have to work to help with the bills, well, I didn't work because I had so much pressure to stay in school so my parents took care of the bills all by themselves. How is that for rough life.
You go around wearing you super baggy jeans and your bling bling and ya listen to that gangsta music. Well here in crime free suburbia, we do it much differently than you posers. Yes, we listen to Jewel, Alanis Morsette, Eminimen, and a slew of other real artists whose lyrics involve irony and hands, and being fed up with the corporate world that we serve. unlike you, who are free to roam the streets, we are strickened down by the corporate to be a certain way, 'lest we lose our socio-economical status. We wear Gap, Banana Republic, and American Eagle, not your posing Urban Outfitter clothes and your large and expensive shoes. Our father shop at Armani and our Mothers shop for all the expensive groceries that you posers seem to neglect for your drugs, smokes and booze. Let me tell you, if we weren't boggled down, we'd also buy drugs, smokes, and booze, but unlike you, we don't have the street skills to make money without a job.
Our nights out consists of driving around in the country, going to movies, or the mall. Yours consists of action with real life action scenes right out of movies. Gunslinging, robbing - exciting things that you think you have the right to complain about. You don't know the hardships we face trying to pick out where to go tonight on our get together of friends.
To all you wanna-be's and posers out there, you now know that your "hard" inner city life doesn't have anything on us here in suburbia. You know that we be the real gangsta's now, so I suggest you end your incessant whining.
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