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as i open my eys and relizen i changed
not the same daranged child
stuck up in the game
and to my brothaz livin
street life
learn to treat life to to its best
put the streets to rest
tote your vest
i close my eyes and pray
for my life today
now that my dad is dead
the blood if jesus christ i shed
ya heard wat i said
befor the ***** pulled the trigga
he didnt know wat other people might think
and then my heart started to sink
deez niggas are busters
they dont stick around they just slip and dip like oil clusters
i got swagg like tupac
i always got bitches on my joc
i dont care what anybody thinks of me
for all i give a ******** they can have sypothy
this s**t right here is for reals
atleast i aint like them other mark a** bitches poppin pills
yea ***** laramy and jordan got my back
hell yea ***** i know this s**t for a fact
i dont care tell them b***h a** essays to come get me
they is gonna end up on the tee
i know that inm in love wit cassidy
i guess this s**t was ment to be
- by blackman411 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/18/2009 |
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- Title: got shot
- Artist: blackman411
- Description: emotional
- Date: 01/18/2009
- Tags: shot
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- Gerard_Ray_Frank - 01/19/2009
- WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!!?!?!?!?!?!?! THIS IS A TOTAL PIECE OF s**t!!!!!!!! HOW DISRESPECTFUL TO AFRICAN AMERICANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GO TO HELL!!!!!
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