wing television. i m a mountain climber. i expect stumbles to come my way. i m a mountain climber. you can disgrace me. you can discredit me. but i m going to keep on climbing. i m going to climb until justice, until gets justice, i m going to climb until we change the laws, we re mountain climbers, we re not day traders, we re mountain climbers, and if god before us is more than the whole world against us, he walks with me. he talks with me. he tells me that i m his own. he s been full when i was hungry, water was i was thirsty, he s my rock. he s my rock. he s my rock. my sword and shield, my will, in
0 something, i don t know what you writing on social media. i know what i saw on the tape. and the tape speaks for itself. they never asked this man for his license. never asked for the car registration. snatched him out of the car and began beating him. nobody mentioned nothing about no girlfriend. nobody mentioned nothing about no they started beating an unarmed man. tell em. in the city that they slayed the dreamer, what has happened to the dream? in the city where the dreamer laid down and shed his blood, you have the unmitigated gall to beat your brother, chase him down and beat him some more, call for backup and they take 20 minutes. and you watch him and you were too busy talking among each other, no empathy, no concern. if you read the story of joseph, when his brothers threw him in the pit, nobody came to help him like nobody came to help tyre. waiting on ambulance service that didn t show up until it s too late. what will happen to his dream? well, we ll just tell them s
things be living here in my brand-new world it might be a fantasy she s the little girl i never had. losing whitney was probably one of the hardest things i ve seen my mom go through. it was difficult because it was so public. we didn t have time to grieve. my time seemed all too brief. don t lengthen it now with undue grief. lift up your hearts and share with me. god wanted me now. he set me free. my family has always been, i think, my rock, you know, my stability. oh, we ve had our bumps. don t get me wrong. everything has its obstacles. but we managed to come together
world losing whitney was probably one of the hardest things i ve seen my mom go through. it was difficult because it was so public. we didn t have time to grieve. my time seemed all too brief. don t lengthen it now with undue grief. lift up your hearts and share with me, god wanted me now, he set me free. my family has always been i think my rock, my stability. we had our bombs, don t get me wrong. everything has its obstacles but we managed to come together and manage to hug each other and say we love each other.
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