My thoughts are "premeditated", im a street nigga plus "educated",im light but my problems are heavy "weighted",so im going back to the place i "originated",
back to "square one", a little snot nosed kid with payless shoes i didnt want to "wear em" my moms had three baby fathers you could "compare em"all "abused her","confused her," "misused her", mentally and "physically"
made it through my childhood "miserably" used my imagination to escape the misery.
Seems like my life was a death "sentence", not only for me but all the project "tenants", to die was the only way for "independence"only way of escape,present generations blaming past for their mistake, we all just dozing zombies when will we awake, our future is at stake!!!!

i know its short but i had to go so just give me feedback for the finishing touches
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