Die be4 the moon
Growing up as an adultlesent it was hard..my mom was a strung out n my dad didn't stick around..ppl live off check to check.. I live off crumbs wondering wen will I meet death..times was hard so I hustle hard playing da street discovering da devil playground..my bak against da grain my body fighting time ODing off of life hearing da cop read my rights..Ima plant pushing through da dirt tryna find a way to bloom but every time the storm come I've die b4 da moon
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