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Jul 2018
I’m deadlier than aids
Make you cut someone with a blade
All the time used for trade
Men would **** their brother
One after another
Cuz I’m like no other
There taught without me your not a man
Cut down by an invisible hand
Without me they have no command
So they sweat, bleed and die
But why
All for a capitalist lie
My women are no better
Out here getting wetter
For a investment letter
Willing to be a product for me
But would run if you see
What she could do on a knee
First for a car then college and her son
Now she hooked on me like a gun
Shaking for her next bank run
The kids are truly the worst off
They cling to there’s folk like a moth
And learn that they couldn’t afford broth
So now they dream about green
Because the streets ain’t clean
Your pops up on the screen
Over a ****** scene
Mom drinks lean hoping it’s a dream
All the while there child sees
In their mind I’m the only solution
That equals restitution
Before they die of pollution
I’m sad that I cause this much pain
Make folks go insane
Even be inhumane
All for a capital gain
Miguel Carmona III
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Miguel Carmona III  28/M/Atlanta
(28/M/Atlanta)   
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