Not to to bust the innocence from your cradle. But, you do need to look at those peculiar traits that prove collision technic. The argument you have no defined point of stance and are embarrassed that you don't but do. Don't cha, love your freedom. Yeah baby, how much do you love it baby. Because that's what chur gonna have to pay. The checks already been cashed and the only benefit your gonna get is your ass being told how to live, who your gonna be an what your gonna accept and when. Why is none of your fucking business.
Word out in memory.
Tupac, miss you man...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The whole thing is rigged
Labels:
how you act,
how you feel,
what you see,
where you serve,
who you owe,
your hood
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