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Nobody ever gave him a good turn. What do you expect? He was always let

down. They never wanted to let his action down. But also they wanted it sublime and equally. He was always in the middle

for him. On the fields of Brooklyn. They said tone it down. Hill

understood

them. But he is hostile.

We are the elite gansters of the damned, criminals of the damp. Just

troubadours, and put-down to hostiles.

For years they have believed we were inspired by the Holy Spirit and the

work of God. They still recognize that many prominent M.C. members are

wondeful people. They’re warm, intelligent, but terribly misguided.

Slowly, painfully, he become disillusioned. They call us shadowy.

Anti-hostile. They demand to know, with a touching, naive faith of the

individual.

Hostile.

Many times, brothers, have they tried an aesthetic against rhythmn. And

now we’re old, elite of the damned. Anti-hostile.

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