Whatchu talking about a Space Force? Ain’t no armies in space, just arkestras. My friend ain’t die in no train station just fuh you tuh shoot your expensive car round my way. I don’t ‘ppreciate the wayyou looking to my front yard for answers to the problems you created on Oith.
You live on a dark rock, wet with blood or better yet you crawled from under it, and I seen you, struggling to make sense of ice caps and tombstones, but you still cain’t even see me, don’t matter black or white, you love death more than mothers.
What end up in the graveyard is wishing and hoping you would come up here tryna get on my level with that bad ass attitude and cavalier lazer gun. You can’t cowboy your way outta gravity, dummy. What you about to do? Put all your sex robots on Mars and see if they can live withouta man telling em what where and now?
I’m tired of yall negroes running to me for answers every time you make yaown kitchen too hot to handle, sogo on and dive in the ocean lil fish, you still got more to figure out and study upon fore you come up here.