When I look upon the faces of my people there is a place with which to find the pride of a nation. Eyes wide open yet mind steadfast upon the highlights of the day; they frequently miss the things in life that truly matters. With ears they hear the voices from the street speaking many good and evil things, and with their tongue and lips they speak the same languish. The nose knows the way straight and narrow but the nose that is picked upon often will not recognize even the sweetest nectar of life.
My people; oh my people, how long will I walk among you teaching? In a moment life is given and taken away from you yet you seek those things in life that promotes death. If life is such a burden provoking to through in the towel; don’t give up just give... until you are no more. Surly to give of oneself is a far better death than the selfish act of suicide.
The Prime Minister and the Peanut Vendor are both equal and the same when it matters to their business. The two are equally alike when it boils upon matters of self interest; both are deeply conscientious about their own wellbeing. The difference between the two is that the peanut vendor knows and understands what he is selling to my people and that I can respect.
Mr. Chris Rolle
Da Clique Group
Truth above Honor
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