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I've seen this **** I've felt a hit, growin up most have split, just fifteen oh so close. trust he past on an over dose, all those kids that he knew are suffurin still, no school no clue, I'm still hear and standin true my child HOOD school, was at howard, be tuff survive or be a coward, 15 too, best friends ex had time to flex did a drive by and hit the high way, where's he at? fuck reward be fat.... All those girl that would never say nope, who made me **** put me to trauma with the lies of there drama, now there just hoes ****** for dope,. hangin in high school on a tender rope, how they do it how they cope.... My first love was gone in cuffs, would never lisson, cause his parents were always in prision, poppin pills? what great learning skills. I used to get high to feal em in the sky as if he was on mars, instead locked behind bars, I miss him in tears, I feal for his fears. when he gets out for runnin and bookin, hope he's still stunnin as sure as good lookin, **** sure has faded I'm sure glad I made it. </3 Jesse Mckush
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
they all grew up, Child hood ghetto
I've seen this **** I've felt a hit, growin up most have split, just fifteen oh so close. trust he past on an over dose, all those kids that he knew are suffurin still, no school no clue, I'm still hear and standin true my child HOOD school, was at howard, be tuff survive or be a coward, 15 too, best friends ex had time to flex did a drive by and hit the high way, where's he at? fuck reward be fat.... All those girl that would never say nope, who made me **** put me to trauma with the lies of there drama, now there just hoes ****** for dope,. hangin in high school on a tender rope, how they do it how they cope.... My first love was gone in cuffs, would never lisson, cause his parents were always in prision, poppin pills? what great learning skills. I used to get high to feal em in the sky as if he was on mars, instead locked behind bars, I miss him in tears, I feal for his fears. when he gets out for runnin and bookin, hope he's still stunnin as sure as good lookin, **** sure has faded I'm sure glad I made it. </3 Jesse Mckush
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
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