Why I do it

Thu, 08/25/2016 - 02:48 -- Isak

Both my parents are immigrants I have no choice.

They put everything on the line for me to have the oppurtunities I have.

White kids love talking about following their dreams.

Even if ain't not money in them.

Why do I get in up?

To succeed.

to excel. 

I don't have the time or privledge to chase my dreams like a greasy white man with Lennon Shades.



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