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Dec 2019
Holiday!, Hallelujah!, what's it to ya?, we could never pop it off if we don't know the time!, being blind to the signs that it's on the other side, we **** you if you switch, a ***** killed a ***** that was turning to a woman, can't carry yourself unless you carry the weight, now carry on..with my income coming in, outcomes' coming-out of my actions, I'm out of this *****!, piece!..my life goes on that's the only thing I know, as long as I'm living, I'm here for sure!, try me!, cause I represent living in a moment you could never imagine, your times up!, it happened!, I got him!, I told him!, I shot him!, was nothing left to say and there was nothing left to do, I'd only be a snitch if I talk some more about him, I showed up at his funeral to simply doubt the facts, saving all the chatter for the ones that felt he mattered, a sellout black, gets no love from me, above I'm free, and he's below 6 feet deep.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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