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Jul 2016
I wanna know why,?.... I put my hood up as i walk under lights. Can't say i won't  but i know i got some time before i die. So im creasin up my pants , fresh shirt first class flown from France, same shoes that i wore way back in class, i like wavin to the police  with my ******* like an angry bee stinger  im a hifey little ***, work every day but im still strapped for cash, dress like look like act like a business man, im the boss of some back ally business plans. Walk round town like a ****** gangster man. I got props from the big boss i handle business better than the mob. Never back down never run home to mom. Get my *** beat stand back on my feat cuz i ain't one to get robbed
dennis drain
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dennis drain  Bellevue idaho
(Bellevue idaho)   
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