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Sep 2017
I could sell you a gun
you could sell me some death

I could sell you some death
you could sell me your soul.

they say its all in the Hood
that place of Gangsters

but I will tell you
all those Gangsters, have mothers

mothers not selling guns
mothers not bearing death.
Written by
nivek
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         ---, Walter W Hoelbling, Shanath, Isabelle, Robin and 3 others
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