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Nov 2019
They called him New York Red.
He had a hair full of long dreads.
He was the neighborhood ****.
He made his money selling hard drugs.
If someone crossed him and didn't pay.
They would be dead before the sun came up the next day.
Written by
Lamar Cole
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