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Blue and red flashing through his window Ran away from the popo Gasping Cause' his wind's low A loser in jail But he has a chance He could win though Opened the door And let the wind blow Howling of the hound Front door down Police get in Guess what? No sound Fast footsteps on the ground Of the young **** who was bound To be in school But he took it like a joke Ha ha Pro clown Running through the bush Blood hounds behind Adrenaline pumped by the fear Running in his mind Yeah he was cruel minded But his love was one of a kind This love was caused by the one inside.... Of the bag Using... Helicopter spotlights Geographical spot heights Cause' they knew this criminal was not light What they were doing was not right After a while he took a shot right Through his heart then his eyes went low Like smoking *** sight The police surrounded the lying body Blood on the floor Bullets in his leg, arm, shoulder And in his heart was number four This time the popo were raw No smackdown just ******** Dead was the **** Everyone was sure After a while of silence After a while of pure silence A crying voice went out Everyone knew it No doubt One of them opened the bag It was a lady No one thought it would be possible It was a baby
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
Runaway bag
Blue and red flashing through his window Ran away from the popo Gasping Cause' his wind's low A loser in jail But he has a chance He could win though Opened the door And let the wind blow Howling of the hound Front door down Police get in Guess what? No sound Fast footsteps on the ground Of the young **** who was bound To be in school But he took it like a joke Ha ha Pro clown Running through the bush Blood hounds behind Adrenaline pumped by the fear Running in his mind Yeah he was cruel minded But his love was one of a kind This love was caused by the one inside.... Of the bag Using... Helicopter spotlights Geographical spot heights Cause' they knew this criminal was not light What they were doing was not right After a while he took a shot right Through his heart then his eyes went low Like smoking *** sight The police surrounded the lying body Blood on the floor Bullets in his leg, arm, shoulder And in his heart was number four This time the popo were raw No smackdown just ******** Dead was the **** Everyone was sure After a while of silence After a while of pure silence A crying voice went out Everyone knew it No doubt One of them opened the bag It was a lady No one thought it would be possible It was a baby
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 3:35 AM UTC
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