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IP:
Friday Febuary 4th
Yesterday Got 11 stiches..no time to get settled this is..
the peak of my anger,I have perfectly good reasons for hatred..
Getting jumpd over gang shit,the same shit I don't go for..
can't kiss my girl no more..since my bottom lip is so sore..
Sorry April,I'll get back to you..and I may get a class suit too..
homie hit me and run...I'll get em back this a fact..
He hit me then..of death I'ma have to kiss em back..
no threats promises of upcoming predictions..
I'ma catch em,I'ma gun,I'ma gut em,no running from this shit.
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