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how is it that the people we call family can so easily turn on us 

he's only 19 with no place to go 

looking, searching, trying to find somewhere to go 

its a cold world out there for a young black man but its even colder when all you have is yourself to rely on when everybody has turned against you 

but what is he to do 

he is only a year 1 in college struggling to pay his wat through school who was kicked out with nothing for some reason that i feel is little to nothing 

why people are so crewl i'll never understand but for his sake i hope he finds a helping hand 

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