The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die. — Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.
The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die. — Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.
The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die. — Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.
The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die. — Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.
The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die. — Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.
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The greatest Americans have not been born yet they are waiting patiently for the past to die.

— Saul Williams, , said the shotgun to the head.
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