Blood
Family, siblings, blood quickest to cross you, fool you, fake you, even snake you. Blood how you do me like I belong in mud? Picked bitches over me like I was nothin. Shit talking? Yeah was done. Quickest to trash you. Never fuck wit em? Emotionless? Cut right to the chase. What can I say filled with nothing but destruction.
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