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Aug 2015
They nutrients facts say all artificial flavor,that fake smile is like your faces screen saver,they always talking but I see they watch they behavior,they imagining like the equator,theo this theo that let me be the translator, I don't got a thing so Ima make theo bound to fail like he married to a ring,Ima control his future like its on a string,he blooming I'm not I wanna feel like spring,say he flying well Ima rip off his left wing,making a black man fail I'm guessing the white mans there King,
Theology
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Theology  Washington D.C
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