my life
I was 11 years old when i got beat momma kicked me out the da
crib guess dea was some beef neva had a daddy was no sign of
peace 8 years of molestation men trynna put me on my knees
rape three times had to pack my shit and leave ima blood living outcha in des streets
in the trap tyrnna rank up some more trees i was unda that bridge
nobody came to rescue me.
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