Bastard

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   I fucking hate jealous people. People who mind your business instead of their own.

   People who take time and go out of their way to destroy other people's property. People who have no respect for anybody or anything.

   I can't change the world single handedly. I wish I could. I wish I could. So many no good ass people. Too many. I can't do shit about that except pray for their asses.

   But lately, I'm being pushed to take another direction.

   And trust when I say that shit about to get real ugly.

    For me to have to call upon the dogs of war...means I'm fed up. Thru. Done. Tired of being nice. I have to be pretty upset and finished for me to do that, but that's what I am.

    I'm fucking tired of being a target. Tired of having outside forces play with my life and my mind as if I were a marionette puppet.

    The hoodoo hounds shall be fed handsomely.