You go boy... Now that's the shit I'm talking abou

You go boy... Now that's the shit I'm talking about.. A Christmas story.
As we all sit and wait.. riches or rags what's our Fate?
We wait for the news while other Long's snooze. They'll wake at first light, looking for White, to make it right...
Some stay up all night as diligent guards, waiting for Andi to play all his cards.
We hope for the best and believe like the rest, that someday soon, Andi goes to the moon....
But what if the news doesn't say what we need? The knife that's been falling still makes us bleed....
Are these phones real, or are they just fakes? If the news is just fluff my heart it will break...
A year has now passed while we hit the ask... We did our part, we invested our cash...
Come on Mr. White give us the news, make a big splash.....
I'm tired of waiting the dreams hurt my head it's 3 in the morning I should go to bed..
But here I sit on the edge of my chair waiting for news that must be somewhere.
I pray it's not water or go karts or songs that "soon" may be coming to all of us longs.
I have no more cash to throw at this stock...
I feel like the astronaut did me.... while grabbing his c©¢k....
Please Mr. White, make this thing real... We need Deliverance, not bent over to squeal...
As I put my head down, out loud I will say "OTC Gods smile on us today".
I wrote this post with love in my heart now give us the s*** not just a fart.
5 million strong and feeling bloated.