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This life brings me angst But in the gud or bad I want to gives thankes, This life gives me apprehension Seeing yung boyes on DA block Getting sidekicked and chopped To DA coppers inventions. I miss DA streets I once knew, where da boyes treated yuos Like a girl in fifth sax. I don't care for dose materials. Or da purses no more on ma backe, J just want to be treated like a human being for once, Hopeing for like a woman. I don't need the high class Richie Rich, or da poore boyes thuggin. I'm so sick seeing dat bloodin and crip-out. I just want a blood that will be bout da love, not da colors on his house.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Love dont weare colors
This life brings me angst But in the gud or bad I want to gives thankes, This life gives me apprehension Seeing yung boyes on DA block Getting sidekicked and chopped To DA coppers inventions. I miss DA streets I once knew, where da boyes treated yuos Like a girl in fifth sax. I don't care for dose materials. Or da purses no more on ma backe, J just want to be treated like a human being for once, Hopeing for like a woman. I don't need the high class Richie Rich, or da poore boyes thuggin. I'm so sick seeing dat bloodin and crip-out. I just want a blood that will be bout da love, not da colors on his house.
natalia-mushara
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
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