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Frenchy Cordero goes down to Hell's Kitchen, to sell the Irish some weed.
Well, this paddy boy's mama on the stoop starts bitchin' 'bout spics is a mongrel breed.
Then here comes her son son, he looks like a ton of corned beef floating in beer;
"F__ckin' Puerto Rican dope dealin' punk, get your sh!t-brown ass outta here!

You never change things by fighting the existing reality.
To change something, build a new model that makes the old model obsolete.
R. Buckminster Fuller