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Nov 2018
Pressure to bust through the neighbors door
Retaliating static
A black polished pistol pointed to a chest and blown
History of Black Panthers grinding with dope addicts

My young brother relates more to the city due to his color
We don’t share the same father, thus, womb with mother

Catching felonies is similar to increasing your fever
Blood flowing as fast as cells growing, lacking a teacher

No mother or father to some, preacher is a heavy thinker
But will he explain their culture alongside society and respect for hoodlum drinkers

Though the state only provides alcohol beverages to conceal their embodiment of fate
Let's break the crate our brains were left in and disconnect the chain
Anthony
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Anthony  20/M/Camden, NY
(20/M/Camden, NY)   
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