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Jul 2015
Gangs, what's your purpose?
What logic?
Does you exist by that benefit anyone?
Your image is  more closely linked to hurting, destroying and killing someone.

Oh, claiming your fame by color.
Showcase your stupidity.
Sometimes bringing you on various forms of pity.

Like that phase "pity the fool" that fits them so faithfully.
It mirror the idiots claiming to belong to some.
And most men they can't claim to be.
If earning a living revolves around doing some thing illegally.

Then you seated in prison crying for your mother.
Who like many will come to see you?
When in truth she should be distant herself faraway from you.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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   Kelley A Vinal
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