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•21 Oct 2022
had big dreams as a kid, had a big imagination, you wouldn't survive how i lived, we struggled on a daily basis, every day we ate noodles, til this day i can still taste em, wouldn't change a thang about it, it made me humble and im grateful, my kids will never go hungry, and for that im very thankful, watched my mama she stressed alot, many of days were painful, i took all of the pain stuffed it, but now it comes out in anger, don't come close to the dungeon, the sign on the wall says danger, old ass pistol new chamber, red dot help with the aiming (aiming) wood grain grip no stainless, i do not talk to strangers still bust this fucker even if im famous, stuck in my ways no changing, get in my way you an angel, hold the pistol at an angle... i i i never switched up but i feel like switching, nowadays kids don't get whippings with switches, too much crying whimpering and bickering and bitching and can't make there own fuckin decisions, i come from era where a belt was a tradition, got ya ass beat it left welps and started itching, gasping for air and breath and yo ass couldn't get it, bet that be the last time that yo ass won't listen, told yo ass last time to do the gah damn dishes, nowadays it's apparent a parent a bitch, aint no comparing the eras again, i pin point where the errors begin, you gotta be a parent instead of a friend, but what do I know, put my faith in a bottle of gin, i hardly grin, might smile once a while, its funny how, ive done alot dumb shit but gotta lot of shit to teach my child, if you hurt my child nigga ima beat ya down, nigga tried to hide bullets picked em out the crowd, lift his ass up then spun his ass around, done a couple flips then sit his ass down, a uppercut with a knife put his ass underground
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had big dreams as a kid, had a big imagination, you wouldn't survive how i lived, we struggled on a daily basis, every day we ate noodles, til this day i can still taste em, wouldn't change a thang about it, it made me humble and im grateful, my kids will never go hungry, and for that im very thankful, watched my mama she stressed alot, many of days were painful, i took all of the pain stuffed it, but now it comes out in anger, don't come close to the dungeon, the sign on the wall says danger, old ass pistol new chamber, red dot help with the aiming (aiming) wood grain grip no stainless, i do not talk to strangers still bust this fucker even if im famous, stuck in my ways no changing, get in my way you an angel, hold the pistol at an angle... i i i never switched up but i feel like switching, nowadays kids don't get whippings with switches, too much crying whimpering and bickering and bitching and can't make there own fuckin decisions, i come from era where a belt was a tradition, got ya ass beat it left welps and started itching, gasping for air and breath and yo ass couldn't get it, bet that be the last time that yo ass won't listen, told yo ass last time to do the gah damn dishes, nowadays it's apparent a parent a bitch, aint no comparing the eras again, i pin point where the errors begin, you gotta be a parent instead of a friend, but what do I know, put my faith in a bottle of gin, i hardly grin, might smile once a while, its funny how, ive done alot dumb shit but gotta lot of shit to teach my child, if you hurt my child nigga ima beat ya down, nigga tried to hide bullets picked em out the crowd, lift his ass up then spun his ass around, done a couple flips then sit his ass down, a uppercut with a knife put his ass underground
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