Growing Getto Black
I came poor begging door to door it was rough and tough my music was soul that was gold as grew up like pop now it's hip hop. Still in my mind it was time soup lines looking for better day for the wind to blow cards was stack it's all facts GROWING UP GETTO BLACK
Copyright © Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr | Year Posted 2018
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