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Dec 2019
I'm justified to **** the justice system from behind, and let the homies hit it cause it ain't no fun if the homies don't get none, lady liberty is bribed-to work for thugs mansion, in exhange for a makeover, we find the man guilty!, scapegoats caused packed jails, and bond is useless, use whiteout on blackmail!, this black male who was right out this white man's world.. hope his standards- can stand the test of time, I'm sitting on my morals and demand I have the time, to plot against the system so my brothers can avail, don't wanna cause hell, but in a subtle sense I wish to rob it blind, as the middle child I could slip between the cracks, and find the reason why my father failed to tell his son the battles' just begun for me- so come strapped!, I never meant to grip a gat, but once I heard the facts, I can't take it back!, they better take my life!, and be the reason that the world turns faster, I would've made it standstill, and let em see a real disaster.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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