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As a child I bled to be fed hugs and love but was shot down like slugs from da GUNZ of thugs da muggz on my mom's face stayed laced with pain can't erase how my runaway pops changed his Lane and switched gears, which years I remember da most is those where my hands over da stove was roast extension cords and belt buckles use to cuddle me close addicted to abuse she would overdose main host of da corner hangin parties weed and barcardi and cocaine was like propane to'er body my old earth was a hottie so I could never understand why every man struck her like thunder wit his hands GOTDAMN! was her favorite cuss words mostly heard and OH yea da nickname PEE-WEE got on my nerves
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