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Nov 2015
I work hard, hardly work, hard's the work, they be smoking that **** until they heart burst, in the hard murks, the devil is lurking his heart hurts, looking too hard though hollows will rip your hard shirt, and they out, Erk! Back to the beach with no certs, where they don't perk, surf, and treat girl for what they are worth, the world has allot of Kurts but Casanovas just overworked, Three-time felonies and them Athens that go to church, plus police make it worst "protect and serve" it's more like "protect and survive" cause they shooting first and it seems "blacks" are the ones that decriminalize. (Through our eyes)
It's Hard.
What can I stay life comes with all kinds of obstacles which can be rearranged with just words or few votes of the people who make rules. Encourage.
Renard Jackson
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Renard Jackson  Daytona Beach,fl
(Daytona Beach,fl)   
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