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struggle


You don't know the struggle until the cops come and rip down your door trash your house you dont know struggle until you living in a home with no water or lights every night your scared from that little knock thinking its the cops you dont have no food most nights Moms got locked up for putting up a fight sleeping on the floor your mother up most nights crying wondering how she gone feed us no clean clothes you dont know struggle your own mother had to send you off because we had no place to stay you dont know struggle you dont know struggle
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