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Velcro To The Streets


Grew up successful without a father why should i bother with a frown he left his young king with out a crown. Improvising fuck it more like finessin, Mama always told me she wants to see me go to heaven. Nominated by god as a hustling individual, by loving adrenaline of being dirty money motivated only because I've invaded the streets that will have me decease. I had a Different vision i was tired of being glued to this television. Seeking to be a denominator wealthy life will see me later so I've settled as a  numerator. It's just reality it boosted my personality. Life appears like a  fraction theirs consequences to these bad actions. Communication skills are ill had to stop   commuteing to the next drug deal. Came from a Hostile life style to a new chapter of life.
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