Okay Today You Left at 7:22, What Happened To "Today", It Should Be 7:22 --------------------Why, Places Not Opened, Things Not Opened To Your Liking - Consistency, HMMMMM !!
Sometimes I question MY own reality - I question MY own self - do YOU !?
Do you take this man - NOPE, he has a mother !?
Do you take this man - NOPE, he has a community !?
Do you take this man - NOPE, never he has a business !?
Do you take this man - NOPE, he has a "Quality" !?
- OKay, let's ask the woman - the man she is with is the leader, he makes the decisions - and then he will ask his leader !?
But I'm asking you out of everything -
DO YOU TAKE THIS MAN, as he is - broken, healthy, wealthy !?
DO YOU take this man !?
- Lady, don't disturb me - don't encourage ME to do nothing - you don't even know you have a CHILD, you don't even KNOW !?
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