Graduation speeches are always so long and drawn out.

In figure 71, the poster Brahcel notes that he “almost roped” because he could not find the community […]

I feel sorry for the youthman today/ The system is bad for the youthman today/ Every day and every night they suffer/ The youthman want to sleep but no place/ The youthman want to eat but no food/ The youthman want good dress but no good dress/ The youthman want to buy but no money/ The youthman want to work If no work, how do you expect him to eat?

But the few friends that I DO have are my “ride or die” chicks—my posse.