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I'd rather see her doing something her talent can reach. A play for God,
a message for humanity, but that's just me. You want to talk about coverage? Our receivers ain't receiving? Specifically? Candace Owens ( like a Biblical Esther to me)..... especially intelligent, especiale de destiny. If blessfully she smiles on us (winks) as she speaks. That's the arena of significan(t)t ?We. Oui!?

its just a game, football that is, try working for a living, have some humility,
are you a hero of some kind of military?
a force of "1"?
Like LeBron "home" James, never supported by no one. Not allowed to play a game for a living by humanity?
No Momma? No fans to allow the freedom to get your game on?
What next? Black "Carolina" Panther instead of Cam (someones son) Newton?

 

I thought you wanted belief that 'youre just like me'
I guess when stereotypes suit you 
the ones that build you up, 
for a leg up on opportunity
that you keep like an ace....up your sleeve
it's the picking and the choosing, 
inconsistency, that get's to me
it will hard serve to refute you eventually
as youre baskin in the limelight
robbin respect from working people, 
like a demigod warrior?
but your lids too tight, jaws too hotwired, 
we know your feet are light
you got a v12 in you cam and too many cars in your foyer
12 inches better than any other in the other races of man?
going top shelf with your redirect, and icing on your hands.

when the double standard is double dipping, stepping over the line
with finger flip topping sprinkled in, 
instigating race again among the havenots of mankind
paranoid of those who are even your fankind

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