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Ghetto Story

Kingston gal emerges the night she don`t know just what is in plight as she strolls the steets,to the first plane it maybe easy steppers , dub or just the the same As what went on the night before,mellow and rough her pimp in her face and giving it tough mouths to feed and her addiction she dont need no grief or affliction Priorty being,her four kids, why? cos she got morals and will surely die thats why she belittles herself and that is so she can love feed and and watch them all grow .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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