trecherous son of immigrants, from ancestors of the hot blooded aztecs. Oh no, i fear for you fragile white man, your guards can't stop me, no law or organization, no man. i will die a hundred deaths, while you just one. You made me this way, this gangster, this drug dealer, this ignorant wetback, this uneducated greaser. but you forget. oh you forget so much. hate me now for that is all you can do. I am a roach, as like my other colored brothers and sisters, you can't kill a roach. you can't get rid of us. call me your names, add fuel to me. in your time in need, should i give you my hand or let you watch my shadow disappear. Watch me know as i grow.
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