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Im up later than I should be, and Donnys got me on lock. Took me back like it was yesterday. Little Ghetto Boy, was me. On more than one occasion, Donny pulled me through. ... When you become a man, you can make things change, if you just take a stand. Got to fight to make it better, and others will start believing too. ...Everythings got get better... It has, and it will. I still got so far to go. Im just as ready today, as I was then. In some ways, Im just getting started. Hell, they should have got me when I was down, when I didnt know that I needed, nor had developed the Warrior-Healer-Builder personality and skill set. Thanks Donny. Thanks Dad. Thanks Mom. Thanks Afiya Madzimoyo https://youtube/watch?v=YLUh70zp0LE

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