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yea.. black boys in the hood whats good heres that prelude the interlude. i was that kid skipping classes and missing schools my presence magical my essence mystical. still the kid the kid they gonn listening to. white kid in the block with no love for love or drugs i was addicted to writing scripting was my only love so when I talk that talk like peter on water I walked that walk. lifes hoe its evident with the way she fucks. hard haordons writing pun so when was 13 I walked through that door of self loathing and anger suicidal thoughts taken a hold on me its funny how the world expects smiles from a broken kid. born greatness in human form but this killjoys tryna killjoy i aced this battles but life had a decoy sapping me of happiness. my lifes a big mess, y'al know the story. mystery and myths i was blessed with the gift to save brothers flaoting adrift prosing and schemes. showing ehm dreams proving you acheive, if you believe. my dreams make me bogger i seen the future like Joseph the dreamer. people so wicked hittler was saint. fuck the pictures you paint I'd be lowkey fightng my wars like a renegade. we's fake thats wahtI said and I said to your face. are you lonely?do you need ahug?/are you okay?