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The Power Of Evil


  I constantly hear that money is the root to all evil,well if you ask me its not the money its the people behind the money, the bangers, the slangers, the thefts. The people that have money in their               pockets but are to afraid to drop it in a mans cup. See money isn't evil to a women with 3 Kids and 4 days to find another spot before she ends up on the block. Money is what she need to make sure her family exceeds and excels, exhale the evil in our lungs that clouds up are brains and makes us think strange and inhale the truth that without GOD your money is like crack to a crack baby who grew up seeing her mommy act crazy cause crack killed, she has no desire for. But the money that her mother stole from her was not evil, it was the people that stole from her mother and solid to her   mother they controlled her mother kept hold of her mother but we still blame it on the money.

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