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Dec 2016
Welcome to the auction down in Tennessee
Get 2 ****** for a k with a 3
If you don't buy him now he'll get found selling ****
He used to have a dad who left so when he gets a son he'll leave
Believe too
You got 1 but need two
You get a lightskin for the house
Who can clean some greens to
His baby momma's named rashonda who got nice weave to
The dark ones mentally scarred because his ****** were killed
The lightskin was for the house
The dark skin for the field
If he calls girls ******* then the ***** is real
If he's smart and educated then he holds no appeal ( pause )
Yea my names society and I got ****** of all sizes
And varieties
I got ****** from the ghetto who were Gucci with fake diamond rings
His kind and the cops will forever hold a  rivalry
That's part of his anxiety
His intellect is 0 cause his teachers never taught
If you teach the ***** things then he can form his own thoughts
All he needs to know is violence ,war, *** and gunshots
Yea his mind is distraught
Filled with drugs and mugshots
Education is the key but people tend to change the locks
We used to fear the criminals but now we fear the cops
We are having a revelation detox
We get consumed by material things that we bought
So you can buy him make him work I promise he'll never rebel
You can burn him and **** him
But he'll still **** himself
julian pirtle
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julian pirtle  louisville,ky
(louisville,ky)   
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