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My Thoughts


As I sit and try to do right I struggle with all might not fall back to my old ways, drugs, liquor and guns, young knuckleheads having some fun. I was born into a society that never excepted me, judgement passed only neglecting me, bald headed Latino, cops watching, yea we know. But I push forward to prove wrong, I don't care if your black/white or 2 toned. We are the people lets us rise up over the government, ignore the helicopters hovering. No one can decide your future but you, love, succeed and always stay true. We're Influenced by TV that ain't me and damn sure ain't you! Keep faith and u can achieve anything, go ahead and try then come back to me. Doubt me all you want one day you will apologize. Found out about me and opened up your eyes. I'm a man that holds on to his beliefs. One day my body will fold never will my spirit decease.

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