Walking the streets at the Inaugural parade.
He looks like a regular schmo walking down that street with the girl of his dreams. That’s just the beauty of it. I see my aunts and uncles, and next door neighbors in their faces. I see my neighborhood in their faces. I see my upbringing in their faces. I see a good ole southern family barbecue in their faces. Then i breath a long deep sigh of relief. Martin you ain’t gotta roll in yo grave no more. Your dream just became a reality.
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