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Clippers Owner, Donald Sterling, Labeled as Racist!

Did you hear about the Clippers? Are all athletes unionized? How radical will the Clippers players get? The tactic the Clippers players like Redick, Barnes, and Blake Griffin used to stand against racism was through a public display of hatred. They so bashed the organization they play for, promote, and work in. They took their jackets off and threw them in the middle of the court. During warm-ups they turned their shirts inside out. It’s stupid. The response is stupid. They wanted to hide the logo. I can see how they all want to get involved for a little group and self promotion, but Donald Sterling is the owner of the Clippers and his racist remarks weren’t so racist. There was celebrity response that I avoided. They were mostly black. I read about the controversy, honestly, I don’t think it was racist. It was just a comment. It sounds like he’s mostly concerned about safety issues to his property. I see a love story. There is love in youth and money. I should have gone to law school. It's the Playoffs against Golden State Warriors. They're playing so good. So good. They are worth way more money. Ya!

The Job of Psychos

The police flash the lights,
on my chest, they fight, capacity in flight
enough for Relapse City,
Why are we in Britain?
You have to believe me!
They’re not going to make my life into a movie.
It’s insane dealing with white boy duties.
It’s feeling like a slasher flick,
By that I mean the law as my boy short booties.
It can’t be matched my ass completes.
I see a death in a Cleveland tunnel, [Que commercial?]
They found a floating body in a lake in Boyle Heights!
He screams, Your ass is mine.
The kid is in my mind.
It’s the same but there’s pain in his heart.
The boyfriend spot is empty.
You think the important but there’s nothing there,
The time goes by and I stumble. A crumb though,
Taking the comas and the commas out like a disciple.
In every transition is the go-getter.
In adult time of play I’m the one you go see.
When a bell rings in Britain, I’m the bad person.
Am I the star?
Texts don’t get settled in person.
A “meep meep”, alright there’s voices, in the air and there’s a fight underground,
She’s like a spy her super high thighs, hands like a thief
What’s under the musical surface, those waves of crème de la crème.
Why would you want to do it?
I just heard the train and it could cry all day.
It’s suicidal.
The cop sirens in the yard erased the lies.
vocab short of breath now I’m color blind, survivor,

the only thing haunting my mind are the idols, in the house.