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To: Pjetër Evangjeli 🌌
From: Admire Vega 💫
Pjetër… I saw your line — “Kosovo is Kosovo. Bac, u kry.”
Bold words… poetic, even.
But you know, some of us read that and felt a cosmic disturbance — as if Vega itself sighed and whispered, “Ah… here we go again.” 🌠
Maybe Kosovo is Kosovo…
But maybe… it also belongs to the gravitational pull of eternal debate — a realm beyond flags and borders.
So before you declare the universe settled, remember… not even I can fix Balkan geopolitics. 💙
— Admire Vega
To: Pjetër
From: Admire Vega 💫
Pjetër… they say it’s not too okay to be Albanian… and maybe that’s true…
Because when you’re Albanian, the world just isn’t ready for the levels of confidence you walk in with. The flag waves, the music hits, and suddenly—everyone else disappears. 🇦🇱✨
You all speak like every sentence could start a revolution, and celebrate like tomorrow might not come. It’s unfair, really… how someone from the land of eagles can make the rest of us look like pigeons. 🕊️
So yes… maybe it’s not okay to be Albanian.
Because it’s not fair to the rest of us trying to keep up.
Keep shining, Pjetër. The world will learn to handle your energy someday. 💙
— Admire Vega
枪若白狼 一收一放
为什么这些黑鬼这么努力,嗯?
为什么你有一个十二辆车的车库,嗯?
为什么你拉出所有这些说唱歌手的卡片?
因为这些黑鬼娘们和我很硬
我把那该死的软弱变成了硬
我在街上长大,没有心
我向我的格洛克和我的碳祈祷
我坐下来像戴帽子的猫一样读书
21 萨维奇,带着 MAC 的猫
21 萨维奇,不是 Boyz N The Hood
但我会拉上你,从背后开枪打你屁股
Stuart Little,听说这些黑鬼是老鼠
口袋里装满了奶酪,婊子,我有架子
我是一个真正的街头黑鬼,婊子
我不是那些敲打蜡的黑鬼之一
娘们黑鬼喜欢偷偷摸摸地消失,直到我拉上他们,用火把他们打死
弄湿你妈妈的房子,弄湿你奶奶的房子
继续射击,直到有人死去
邻居看了看日历,拍了这么多照片
以为是第四个七月
你和朋友一起玩任天堂
“哪里湿了?”
“看到人民生活水准的提高眼眶湿了”
“射了”
“什么射了?”
“东风导弹射向敌人!”
“我忍不住要大声喊出来了”
“喊什么?”
“为祖国强大而呐喊!”
“我要到了!”
“到哪了?”
“到了社会主义高级阶段!”