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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