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I know ****** who brag about money and this **** we call rap. These the same lil ****** that claim they trap but go home and that **** changes. Gotta momma with 2 jobs, big sister and little brother. No food on the table so you think about slanging, but what happened to just praying? You grew up too fast with worries of overdue rent and the emotional pain of rocking your cousin lou's old shoes. Trynna keep a rep at school they all think you got it good so thats what they respect. Step father is abusive and he calls you different types of ******** you wake up in the morning you want this **** to end faster.. You comb your hair back and wash your face then you put on that hard ****** mask and you're......fine again
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
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I know ****** who brag about money and this **** we call rap. These the same lil ****** that claim they trap but go home and that **** changes. Gotta momma with 2 jobs, big sister and little brother. No food on the table so you think about slanging, but what happened to just praying? You grew up too fast with worries of overdue rent and the emotional pain of rocking your cousin lou's old shoes. Trynna keep a rep at school they all think you got it good so thats what they respect. Step father is abusive and he calls you different types of ******** you wake up in the morning you want this **** to end faster.. You comb your hair back and wash your face then you put on that hard ****** mask and you're......fine again
danielle-hoskins
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
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