Bad boys, bad boys (watcha wanna do...), muscles, muscles, proud, guns, cocaine & drugs, get rich or dying, gorgeous girls, $$$, luxure cars, gold chains, fucking wide trousers, diamonds, teeth diamonds, diamond on ears, diamonds on watches, diamonds on noses, rap, hip&hop, r&B, house, a film, his own trademark, an emporio, a little bit of this, a little bit of that, always the same... Every week a new black singer publish one master hit all over the planet. No matter if it's winter or summer, spring or autumn, THEY, those who made us, who plan the pletoric market society market every year for the BIG BOSSES, the black hands in the cash machine, the ones whco try to steal your money, your free time, your freedom, your personality, your soul, your heart, even your thoughts making you buy, making you pay, making you work on stupid jobs so you can afford things then, so yu can ha ve a pletoric life among things. It' all about the money and our freedom and the dialectics of the pletoric market.
Example: Akon. From that smart and deep 'Lonely' hit to this shit:
oh, yeah it's all about your money, your freedom, your desires, the thing to steal your desires, your dreams, your future moments of hapiness and turn them into an action to the cash machine. Black hands are waiting: C'mon buy that Vueling flight ticket to Barcelona, Ibiza, Malta, wherever... work hard so then you can spend your money on parties full of sexy people and if you wanna be on top, be a sexy bitch and a mother fucker guy and don't care about anybody else and forget about the people who are screaming under your foot. Dance motherfucker!! dance sexy bitch!! Just dance...
p.d. Fortunately, everything is not lost. The pletoric society market creates its own 'consolationae'. Somebody wiil have to clean all this rubbish:
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