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“You are free… anyone
hangin’ onto you? I don’t see any chains on you; look, brother, I’m one guy who
knows what free is… and what it isn’t. We’re all free here… we’re not locked in
the joint or in the heads of those straight piggie ratfuckers from Bel Air.
We’re free to lead the young love when the shit comes down … Yeah … yeah …
maybe you’re right … maybe we have been a little hung-up … waitin’ around … but
the time’s comin’… it’s now, man. We’re gonna have to show blackie how to do
it; then we go to the desert … and there ain’t no psychic gate that’s gonna
keep us out.”
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