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Cycle of Foolishness Continues

every year these streets get hotter and more cats burn in and out of the beast belly taking turns too many stories on lost potential all they know is iced grill, steel,and street credentials I not a hypocrite I'm well aware of what I did walking that fine line between a man and a kid I stayed drunk on the regular day in and day out back when Private Stock use to make the 64 oz I was clueless my ruthlessness getting me by only plan for the day was get highs and survive I was so young and restless reminiscence on my first stick, first time I took some bodies necklace

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