I feel oppressed by advertising
which tells me I’m not big enough and my girlfriend
isn’t small enough
and I don’t drink enough or smoke enough or party enough.

I have a dream that someday people will be able to be themselves without being hated
or ostracized or criticized for not “keepin’ it real, homie.”
But that’ll never happen because it doesn’t make money.

They say that freedom ain’t free;
that’s quite an understatement.
How can a single mother of five who lives in the projects and works three jobs afford a luxury like freedom when she has to put food on the table?

But the suit-and-ties and nine-to-fives don’t care about Ms. Do You Want Fries With That.
They care about money and global enterprises and cool drinks on their yachts in the Caribbean.
Just because you’re self-made doesn’t mean you can take away someone else’s chance to make himself.