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Me and my crew are online ganstas, pocket protecting pimps, and thugs as long as, around there are no real thugs. And for the chess we have mad luv!
We walk around town, with mean mugs,..... on those, that we know,..... we can beat. Keeping it re... | Read More
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I woke up on the sunnier side of sun shine, knowing I owned the rhyme.
Decided to take the pen and paper for a walk, just to hear em talk, while in the clouds my head is caught,
Fallowing em like Alice did, with the white rabbit, but I'm more th... | Read More
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Not for nothing, because , cause was the mater. compound fractures, yet it still doesn't shatter.
Effect, was no anticipation of infection, yet affected by affections, know one was guessing.
So sweet sonnets begun to be sung, spring was the st... | Read More
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If eyes upon you, is such a bad feeling, then why do wear that, that is so revealing?
I would think that if you did not want heads to turn, then you wouldn't dress so hot as to try to burn.
For us men, even of the gentle caliber, have a hard tim... | Read More
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Again, when I awake, the vision of you, is all I can see, superimposed on my minds eye, taken from the dream,
I can still feel your embrace, and taste your kiss, and no mater how I chase..the dream I still wake up like this.
Were, even though, I... | Read More
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I have been asked, what does it feel like to been an ex-con?, and though it may seem simple to answer, its rather complex and strong.
Because seldom it seems that any hear the pretext, of being an ex,...but listen to the part about being a convic... | Read More
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I cant remember the first time a gun was pulled on me, funny how some things slips the memory,
I could probably tell you the second time, but even that one is foggy in my mind,
So I not talking about either, or, but one of the many times that st... | Read More
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If I were a poet,..... I would write you poem,
In it, first, I would say that your pretty...to me.
2nd, I would say something like, your eyes are so magnificent, that they remind me of the eyes of a giant squid.
3rd, I would say something like,... | Read More
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Her beauty, there is no denying, and she is so beautiful without even trying,....
and she doesn't even know it.
She turns heads with the slightest of ease, but always a lady to the highest degrees....
and this is why her elegance cant be matche... | Read More