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Jan 2020
Hard times that make me holla, steady working blue collar, my dreams of being a scholar, trying to stack an extra dollar, was a dream I truly sought, after lectures from my father, told me "If there's no career in mind, why the hell you even bother, to live with that ****** impala, ain't no such thing as a balla, politician is the man you follow, or your *** is gone tomorrow!", trying end the pain and sorrow, I wanted to make the change, had a baby on the way, had rent I had to pay, if not, I would still see the rain, but see the rules are all rearranged, don't need professor to figure this out, you must have strong ties, be slick in telling lies, and of course be rich like a ***** no doubt, I swear these rules make me just wanna shout, being like Pelosi can never be real, just living a fantasy, together pops and me, were hung in the clouds, but we both got the deal, may not have wealth, but I swore that I will, care for my family, even if I must borrow, so I can still go to school, I'm not as lazy as a fool, who knows what I can still be tomorrow.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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