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May 2017
Homies fresh to death
Shining till his last breath
Always looked his best
Rockstar jeans and Louis belts
But not much else
See he was taught to chase labels and look like money
But not to chase knowledge people would look at him funny
He lived by the streets,
did his dirt .... to eat,
he didn't even know he'd been beat
Didn't realize he'd been tricked
the game was fixed
this wasn't it
Dude was fresh to death
Fighting his only ally till his last breath separated by sides of a city that hated them all
chasing labels made by people profiting off our downfall
We got it all wrong
*But buddy was fresh to death though
Chase knowledge..not paper
Written by
Bunhead17  Missouri
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