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Hood Dreams


I am who I am.
Seen as thug with a hood dreams of killing, stealing and dealing.people confusing me for something I am not, for something ill never be.
People of my color, of race, and blood,
 
I am who I am.
Mother how could you be so helpful?
She's every part of me loving me when I'm wrong procreating me in my cold nights, taking me back after a storm.
 
I am who I am 

Not someone who follows to impress a dark skinned gentleman with a dreams to be successful and be someone positive In life.
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DimasCardoso
<p> I Hope the people in Ferguson can read this . god bless yall&nbsp;</p>

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