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Apr 2010
What would you do if your son was at home, cryin all alone on the bedroom floor cause he's hungry and the only way to feed him is to sleep with a man for a little bit of money and his daddy's gone, somewhere smokin' rock now, in and out of lock-down, I ain't got a job now, so for you this is just a good time, but for me this is what I call life.
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Ahlivia McCormick
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