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Bangs like bikini attol
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IP:
working 9 to 5 dont reflect my minds ambitions n constant struggles to stay alive
commitin crimes since i arrived on this planet i strive for willpower to keep my life..
outta strife.. but trouble follows me..catchin up, every minute, im bout ta fuck up..
n kill a man.. my agrovated opinions working to shorten my lifespan.. sayin was sup!
n instigating beef is like a endless cycle.. its fucked, maybe a sign of the times..
cop fines, my people recycle crimes more then un-origional emcee's recycles rhymes..
anticipational anxiety waitin to hear what the 'jury finds'.. whats my sentence..
then countless hours sittin locked up... preyin to god for my repentence..
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