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Love Me or Hate Me

love it or hate it im underappreciated hard to be a black man when the world is under cover fans yea i got bands but they dont make me dance fuck al jolston n al sharpton im a protege of malcolm and martin xd out my birth name and reclaim my name fuck the fame and a dirty dame hard to maintain the wisdom embedded in my brain used to push cocaine 10 piece with a biscuit gold ds on the regal it was illegal but thats the only way i can make real.money like the federal banks somethin' stinks cuz im attitude is bad n rude no longer a foolor mule brought my own rules to the art of war millions died and nobody cries when africa under attack but yellin' isis in paris i say fuck paris they aint scared of us but when we bust be prepared we wipe out themust n get off scotch free in my society dont give a fuck about any the law they can keep eyein me but ya gone know me homie hate it or love it as the world goes round and round like my gold ds hitting the ground i see hate all around astound by my critics but they get nothing but crickets aftet the meal ticket used to be the nicest but now i turned wicked feelin like pac did me against the world all i have is my son and my girls so fuck the diamonds n the pearl my only interest are is guns ammo and few homies in cammo whos down for the war quick to gut open ya brain til it pours out nothing but blood but we aint all blood some gotta die no lie prayers said to the sky i get no answers only more questions smith n wesson testing from the teachings of a b panther as i expand tha horizon like heat rising sweat coming down ya cheek no guisin' take notes from wise guys who lies deep behind enemy lines still hunger for the grind fuck the one time take a sip of the moonshine blunts by the dime time after time ill be right there if ya hold me down like like bone did St Clair and clear out the madness my mind trapped in this game through thick n thin gotta watch the paradigms of the djinn cuz you could be locked in and not now ya conscious blinded by the nonsense i get joy'd from reading comments from haters n imitators them.bitches only make me greater as i stated you can love it or hate it
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Ru7hl355_Gangsta
26 / M
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Written by
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
26 / M
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Oct 9, 2016
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