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Free verse № 39698

the realzz

Member since 2002 · Posted 8 Feb 2003 · 1 comment

YOU JUST A IMAGE OF ME STUCK IN THE EARTH'S HELL SO WE WILDOUT TO LOOK FOR A WAY OUT HOW CANT YOU THIK YOU ANY BETTER WHEN YOUR HERE ASKING ME FOR FAVORS WHY'S MY HOMIES LIFE'S ALREADY KNOWN BEFORE HIS EVEN BORN I GUESS ITS BECAUSE COPORATE AMERICA ALREADY HAD IT PLANNED AND FORMED AM GONNA LET YOU IN TO WHATS REAL GHETTO CATS LIKE ME WERE DESIGNED TO WORK IN THE LOCAL WEFARE BUILING GIVE JUNKIES AND IMIGRANTS A LITTLE CHECK YOU THINK YOU GETTING FREE MONEY BUT REALLY YOU GIVING UP YOUR STRENGTH YOUR PRIDE SO ALL YOU DO IS SIT ON A COUCH GETTING YOUR BRAIN FRIED LISTENING TO FAKE ASS RAPPERS TALK ABOUT HOES AND ICE/TODAY GIRLS HAVE TAGS WITH A CERTAIN PRICE GIVING THEIR LIFE'S TO PSYCHO HORNY KILLAS THAT ARE OUT TO RUING SHORTIES FIGGA WORRIED ABOUT YOUR HAIR WHEN YOU HAVE A CHILD HUNGRY AND CRYING DAM ITS SO EASY TO SEE THE GHETTO KEEPS DYING WE AINT EVEN TRYING I ONLY WISH I WAS LYING

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[n/a] Bill Z Bub 8-Feb-03/11:53 AM Reply
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