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Houston



Houston baby. Thats where I'm from.

Somewhere in the hood.

Somewhere I dont belong.

 I know im worth more than what i see outside my door

but these streets stay hungery and the seem to want more.

I mean I do ball so that could be a way out,

but the fear of my failures seems to fill me with doubt.

I love m family and my hood and now ha Im in college it will soon be all good

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