my father malechi z york
Jonathan Langhoove like a butterfly but i sting like a wasp i had to watch my own son gasp for his last breath of air his cross he bear thatd why life is never fair i am allah akabar i dont care if you doubt me because ny son borr the blood til he was empty you can even call me crazy but i am gracious so be extra cosciesse of your innr conviense and dont try n convince me of your innocents because when i was in prison no one was there on my visit list now they know they owe me the ten percent but they are stuck in irrogence i hold the final instance of an accidental example i used to have a sense of humor until it turned into a tumor then i scraped it off now she wants to take the panties off but like kiny david young buck said that shits left overs so i sleep bear under yhe covers
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