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Wow, you lock your doors when I get close to you, like I'm about to rob u , rape u, r torture u, do u understand how disrespectful that is , and when u see me crossing the street , I can hear you locking and checking your doors , like you know me to be a criminal, well I guess that I'm guilty by association, well in that case, where's my reparation, where's my 40 acres and a mule, cause if I'm guilty by the way that I look, then your guilty to, But guees what my grandfather was an Irish man and he made love to an African, and by all counts I'm an American, better yet a war veteran, I put my life on the line while you where still locking doors and closing blinds, and just because I dress a lil swagged out , doesn't mean I'm bout to go run in your house.
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