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Jun 2014
Some folks wrapped up like zig zags chasing green, cash, and ***. All things that get you burnt, nothing that last- 20/20 hind sight fades fast. Losing your *** chasing your past; end-up, out last. Iā€™m just trying to show class. Age; coming up fast. End up, carrying caskets for 8 members of your cast. Good friends, Old memories; forgotten fast. True souls hidden, in our bodies; caste. Treat you like. A blood brother; **** you and then laugh. Blood thicker than water; your bloodline will outline your futures path. Bred by breed, a legends tail will always last. You would think by present time, we would have learned from our past. Still seeking the answers for questions, good people have already asked.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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