Damn how you listen to it.

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The streets are truly a muthafuca my momma died in them I constantly get high in the why the fuck did my cousin ty die in them. the streets took something of mine, and fuck that I want it back. So much pain i'm crying inside fuck it I know i'm
dying inside I can feel it with every breath I take my heart it one tick away
from stopping. My pain my frustation all has to do with fucking hatred. You
see shit started with the death of my mama now my life be filled with drama.
All this fucking crime, and drama remind me of the fucking diala lama. Niggas
killed my friends people who I grew up with, I remember back then the only
shots you had to worry about were the ones falling through the net. It's like
now you gotta be careful anywhere you go. Nowadays schools are shooting
range's. What the fuck are we gonna do kill eachother till there's none of us
left. In the end it's stress depress, but we all know life is a fucking test.
Rip. to
My mother- Antionette
My cousin- Ty
My Uncle Lem
My uncle - Jim
My aunt Lena
My uncle Paul
my friends. Kimberly edmomds, Wayne reaves, Kevin Smoke, Dai-shaun calhoun,
Tashamilla Brooks(I'll never for getyou sweety), and howard brown.
to anyone i forgot please blame it on my mind, and not my heart.

JMALL2000