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We done had the first laugh. But where the fuck was ANY of yall ass at? Where was the high ground from which the toil and history was viewed? And the view so clear the ease with which yall could pick out exactly which stories and accomplishments to steal? You had enough to ball for generations. Where the fuck was yall at? But now, my arms outstretched, like my mothers arms, outstretched like her mothers arms, outstretched permanently in position to fire. Opened to welcome the searing, a federal facilitation of the first true day of history. (where is that hill so we can raze it?) This is how we will reach the twilight of that day. Knowing yet still filth will argue that it creates balance in its way. Knowing still. we finna have the last laugh.