That's right. You work harder than anyone, you almost rode yourself to the grave and you're still practically a hobo -- why is that?
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That's right. You work harder than anyone, you almost rode yourself to the grave and you're still practically a hobo -- why is that?
You didn't log that in as a donation either -- you don't log any of that shit in, you're a straight rider.
It ain't easy, but you do it. Day in and day out. You didn't make the rules but you won't lose! You're a cop and a sprinter and a money printer.
That's just what it's like -- life and death. But you got gills on your side, baby, got those black papers with the faces of the innocences on them -- you bring in the Franconegros and the Solas.
Every time you wipe your ass! They got their direct and their indirect modes of taxation: sales tax, excise duty, extraction tax, alimony, one tax that doesn't even have a name! Plus there's the stuff people in other countries pay for, that makes them ask for more money from you here. Total tax duties add up to...
He did, yes he did. And you took it. Took it and put in in your pocket. Ka-ching, baby doll. Officer Hustle riding shotgun.
The Garte-man has set himself up one of those self replicating money-structures. You should learn from it. Don't play the victim. Think, hustler. Think with your head.
Here you go, hustler, fight the righteous fight! Free the people. Keep it real. Keep it street. Keep foaming at the mouth furiously on the tax issue!
Oh, yes. You hustle. You're a provider. It's tough out there, but you keep it real and provide...
Oh, you do. You make money. You got gills, baby, meaning those black papers with the faces of the innocences on them. You bring in the Franconegros and the Solas.
Get outta here! You're a pauper! You work harder than anyone, almost rode yourself to the grave and you're still practically a hobo -- why is that?
That's right! One-hundred percent. Fucking G-man's got his jam-covered sticky-fingers in your pocket, stealing from you every time you buy, sell, walk, talk, fart, so much as sneeze!
That is the sign of a hustler who never gives up. The world is harsh and people are evil -- you didn't make it that way. And you won't let it break you. You ride.