Money. Moola. Bling. Swag. Money brings style, style brings swag, swag triggers bling, bling is the epitome of every young blood’s existence.
Stacked in the archives are the days a young man’s ultra aesthetic disposition was symbolised by honesty, thus as regards to earning a living, seeking and finding true love and commanding a heads and shoulders stance above other men.
Sadly, today, we fall below this status. We tirelessly and shamelessly demand it. Now the phrase ‘is ‘keeping up appearances’. Unfortunately this formula is prone to everyone and inevitably those with fat pockets utilise the same to muzzle on the less privileged youngsters.
Be it politicians, employers, benefactors...and even mamacitas! Never did it creep into one’s sane imagination that women empowerment would adversely castrate the young man’s upright potent morality. Tell you what, I love women. I love my mum even better, in the same fashion I would love my queen to be; wifey, that’s what we call them, right? Ultimately, I subscribe to the view that I am going to love my daughter BEST.
Young man, why should you build your swag on counterfeit pride? My pretty queen, though older or younger than my mum, how do you expose your sacred, honourable womanhood to a mucus infested, acne-crammed yet handsome fella? Rotten society... Signs of times again? Search me.
I know we love money, we can’t live without it yet this deadly and dirty shortcut formula strangulates youths’ lives and prospective prosperity. Money is the root of all evil. Still, no one can dispute that money gives us peace of mind. Conversely, can we put a price tag to any life? They say everyone has a price but should one’s value equate monetary gains?
Guys, never attempt to abort your life with short term swag madness... there’s a wholesome long term and lasting bling, moola and hardcore swag. Be strong.
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