I was programmed at a certain level, I exceeded that level whispering things into existence that I had no right to but I was right to do it. They wanted slavery for me and my people, I wanted a never ending river of prosperity. We werent see I to I. I chose to die here, fear and all.
I stood on my knees and was a pillar of my community. I gaslighted the bozos and made clowns out of the ringleaders. Now I wring liters as I dine with divas.
I achieved black excellence. I was without a doubt already here. I had to wipe the smut from my face and move at my own pace. Im here.