I think what you know.

A poem.

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You know what I think? I think what you know.

I think I’m smarter than these tech bros.

Sure I can take coke and go on Twitter and be right some of the time. I can be a prayer.

You talk about Bitcoin and think I don’t understand, because of my brown skin.

I’m pretending I don’t speak English so I don’t have to hear about Coinbase. I’m going to take a nap; waste some white chick’s time.

You know what I think? I think what you know.

All your power is in making me doubt myself. You act above emotion; calm because I’m screaming — and so that makes you right?

Brag about how smart you are; you feel bad for those masses, those sheep!

You know what I think? I think what you know. I’ve got my own amazing life and I’m not impressed.

Buy me a house I won’t live in, or get out of my face.

You know what I think? I think what you know. I’m smarter than these tech bros.

You know what I think? I think what we both know. You want me to treat you like shit; you love for me to hate you — What do I get for playing?