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Dec 2019
Close call, a false alarm, you know we always keep it true, we mean no harm if you respect what we've been through.. you know the danger which I speak of, it was the bridge to walk on, raggedy and rugged, being ***** saying **** it, if I can't see my beauty while I'm down, I'm uglier when I was up, forever I'm down with this ****, so save the *******, I'm raw anyday, anyway, anyhow, many who, bite my style, but won't die being proud, so you live feeling locked down, shot down, shellshocked, and shout out- to Chi-town, it's shoddy, dying for your rights so you will die with your endurance, put that on your life so you can keep your life insurance, I rest assure your life right after death will be amazing, you live within our minds and have us lose our fear of dying though the future's looking hazy.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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