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I come from


I come from

people squaded in an alley playing basketbll, mean old people that park on the sidewalk,

 chicken and mambo sauce or chipotle everyweek,

snakes everywhere, a hard head makes a soft behind, girls fighting girls,

shoes worth getting kiled over, high gas prices, people who can't drive, church on sundays,

loud gogo music, ambulance sirens

My mother's womb..

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