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My old Life / My Projects


Projects ware the drugs are free at lease for me cause I sold them bums given wisdom even if look like a hurricane hit them lil boys 11 and 12 getting killed by the 40 with the 30 shot clip cause he bang the 40 using his hands and his lips and everyone live by the code don't snitch cause they don't want to 30 pages of they past from that magazine that put a heat rash on that ass drug dealers more nicer then the police because we see them as pigs and they see us as savage beast and we only trying eat as little ones plays in these dirty streets they go back to marijuana homes that means marijuana sleeps whole city going green that means marijuana streets I was raised by the streets made by the streets that's why I`m running away from the streets to get a college degree see I`m a DC project prospect so they mad cause I`m breaking out that slave mind set gone but never forgetting my old life or my projects
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