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It's called ****

You did it once not much trouble,

One more try will cost you double .

now your'e stuck your'e soul has baled,

your in jail your'e life has failed,

                  Hard to turn back forget the wack crack.

your'e pore kid whatever he did, You feal cold but once was gold,

Left the family empty handed you went high and never landed.

                       Miss you mommy feal abandend

Need for speed?! plead for lead... Could't quit your'e mind just split.

                                  I'm-still-fit-I-have-a-goal To be the BEST ,..

your'e in a whole with mind at rest.

                                            I'm at school it's on my chest It's mommy's day wish you the best.

 

dedicated to my brother

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arrywill-keepya-smilin
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Published
May 9, 2013
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