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Dec 2019
Searching for a healthy mind frame, your mentality was hooked on a fattened fantasy that is laughing at our family, I got news for ya, break your back about it; and see your paralyzed, to ever getting anything done, I find it funny how I never lost mine though, but just to let myself grow, I would call it false hope.. my hope in this reality that's never given back to me, I'm shocked, and rocked out my cradle, call me babyface; I knew that name would ring one day, judging how I always tend to think that way, exposed to this life, you better get- comfortable with it, admit it fore it get repetitive to be a critic, only a member shall attest, that it kills the vibe of the tribes that we vibe with, they about to make us go to war, I can't believe this but I feed in the feeling, it's stealing all my peace, so one wouldn't hurt, it worked so I'm free!, so don't blame me for the tore up blocks and wore down shops, you better watch your mouth, it demands respect, and we as a community, we teach the youth to keep a piece before there's unity, as you can see, the class is in session, so don't you interrupt what we've been stressing, keep ya head up, always keep your gat tight, learn to sense the scent of fools who don't act right.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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