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Junior Member
Join Date: Sep 2005
Age: 30
Posts: 6
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Peep da math son, 5mos. crashed on my ass
my cipher conjested wit issues I'm lackin da cash broken sorrows I try 2 rebuild my foundation least I'm not an imate locked eatin & mastabatin no hesitation, reprocution when da gage is bustin Fok circumference needs comfort from dat sticky green substance knowledge born, u been worn da flow leave mics scorn storm a college dorm, I'm ill like children of da corn stuck in a struggle go 2 rest, shit, wake up fightin da dro have a nigga mentals more higher dan gas prices I got mad respect 4 every strugglin motha mine did it on her own 1sis, and 3 brothas why do black folks suffer, can't prosper damnit how da hell Mcdonalds gettin ran by hispanics don't even get shit twisted trust Fok not racist everyother race get in but da deport Hatians land of da free, bitch please all dat shit is a gimic crackers given out years like dat shit is minutes da prisons got so many niggas they should put it in Gienuss sick of polyin bout dis shit son, fuck it I'm finish/Peace |
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