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The way we used to handle it, was through bars, we'd rap and I'd start throwing fists, I catch a ****** in the hip quick, catch him in the hallway or anywhere else he chose to spit. I swear, my face was bloodied so much that I couldn't see, a ****** six-foot three, tried to put me in a headlock, said i was a ***** so i started going in, i got my face messed up, my cheekbones are high because they were punched up there, but when i was a kid i'd never do **** i wonder what my legacy will be, will i be remembered for the love that i was afraid to show, or the hate i was too ready to make plausible.
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Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:34 PM UTC
Death around the corner.
The way we used to handle it, was through bars, we'd rap and I'd start throwing fists, I catch a ****** in the hip quick, catch him in the hallway or anywhere else he chose to spit. I swear, my face was bloodied so much that I couldn't see, a ****** six-foot three, tried to put me in a headlock, said i was a ***** so i started going in, i got my face messed up, my cheekbones are high because they were punched up there, but when i was a kid i'd never do **** i wonder what my legacy will be, will i be remembered for the love that i was afraid to show, or the hate i was too ready to make plausible.
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35/M/American
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:34 PM UTC
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