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looks like the six got me again o me o my my friend what the fuck i go do again just went a picked up another twenty charges you no i cant remeber when i didnt haveing to go to court ya im so far gone man what the fuck i go do again this shit is not pretend i neva surend stay true to me n who i am i if i didnt that would make me a fake maan wannbe bitch made ya thats not the was raised then ya broken home evin had dirty close to boot just a young scoot trying to make it out the hood then an yet still hear am scuare one no dose e doe shit foreva hood i am i bleed the blood of a realist young fuck dum lil mut had lurn with a cuff weather that be around my rists or up side my head most my tatties be from the pen repeat afending dope what im selling broken from all my homies didnt make there foreva doing midnight slave shift pooring it out cuz they still missed foreva gone to this shit i was raised neva show no fear be calm colected an lissin my ears and not my mouth pops said then he poped himself in the head no he dead foreva frozen manic depressive im still im presevive wereing a smil evin no im iced inside ya i do what i do get by no one want me working in there bizznesses the record i racked up bigger then i can eva get no pretender never surrender shit blesss for the life im lucky to be liveing it still ya bin dead thre times now third times a charm armed and dangerous marked with a do not approch what a fuck boy pile bull shit you nvi no im on n i aint going ya unless its on a life bit