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Dec 2012
i remember seeing my mom in the kitchen, my dad never had a switch, just a broken paddle, over my brother's ***, **** was hilarious
i always told my mom i loved her, one time in a car ride i made fun of her, to impress my friends, and see what then
i seen some bad ******* in my life, not cuz they're hot, i'm talkin bout ******* who treat u bad
tell u u aint ****, ur hair looks bad, ur ugly, ur mean, **** u, ur unclean
i never let em get me, never let em see my tears, just let them confront their fears, so i can grow wise beyond my years
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