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Allow me to log in verbally, to a world where words are nothing but mere lies, where memes have replaced historical context and the green dot means you don’t need to send a text or a call, welcome to social media y’all, where the social have become anti social, where if my twitter feed bleeds images of kaepernick I get hit with a *** you s from white nick, whose profile pic is a confederate flag draped over the fat redneck white woman he’s ***in, where derrick jax jacks off the minds of single black females by saying everything they wanna hear except for the words, “it may be because you aint , that’s why you can’t keep a man,” where on instagram you can become a model without walking down a runway and men run your way to your DM trying to download messenger into your inbox below your navel, see I thought Al Bundy was wild on cable in the eighties, that ain’t got on these computer babies, so now I know what Roger Zapp meant when he said computer love, hands *** keyboards and out comes embarrassing , please tell me more about how if I don’t share this post that I’m going to hell, please ask me again would I rather *** my ex or do two years in jail, and that’s makes me wanna hit the X at the upper right corner of my screen, because this has become an extension of the downfall of humanity, do not log on social media for the sake of your own sanity, because people are now like vanity, excessive pride in or admiration of one's own appearance, so that may explain those 5,000 selfies, but people got so ***ed up by their own appearance that they added whiskers, cat ears, dog ears and animal noses to go along with the half naked poses,  but you want me to be myself when I approach you, you say I should bring flowers on a date but I figured you had plucked the garden of eden enough because those rows of flowers around your forehead is tough, and now what, I’m the , nah, you the dumb , but men y’all got y’all own , still flashing money in your snapshots, sharing videos from worldstar hiphop, still talking about how chef Curry cooking with the pot, but when Zimmerman comes across your timeline all of a sudden you are Malcolm without the X, Martin Luther without the King, cause with all that gunplay you talk you probably done let that walk right past you and ain’t said nothing, so in other words, stop frontin, cause social media is like Canibus, 99% of your fans don’t exist cause them friend requests are just to witness your life’s conflicts and the other 1% really don’t give a , and I’m LL, hard as hell with a soft spot for those who actually trying to push positivity, but pardon me, because I remember positive actions are no longer glorified much like a modern day man who still likeand titties, it is considered strange and not in the norm, so take me God, allow me to be reborn to a time where I didn’t have to log off for someone’s life, I could simply walk away and say...bye