I don't even know how the day is going because I see food, play music, and collect money since I don't have time to reach parties in my mind. The time is 2pm, I'm not going to the next composition, I don't set up my sound system, I connect to my laptop, I don't leave some music but I don't go far from there because I don't trust anyone.
Naming begins at 16:00, when church members come to pray. Since I can't get any gospel music outside, I repeat the song, I see the church looking at me, all that song's pessimistic speech makes it appropriately looted palliative return. A brother come meet me, tell me to send me gospel songs, gree o. See busy body Bros, my laptop was not using desktop so the guy took out my charger, my laptop. When I look at the brothers, I don't need to see their eyes, he just apologized.
After the church people are gone, I start to make music too, people dance, I feel like an important DJ. I look at the crowd so I see the zainab, he uses that girl as my home. I represent my complex people and I am proud. The master was there too, there was plenty of food and shayo around. It's just what I do to change the music.
People don't go together, so some guys make weed, just music, alcohol, and weed boom everywhere. It makes sense everywhere before I know it, so I see people running. What happened, I don't care to ask or even know, so I take out the charger from the laptop, I do not participate in the race, the police are not raiding.
