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Growing Up Getto Black

from the frit day hear what i say its a fight for your life as you go its a open door hard on the poor you do learm more how to get by if you this no lie any day you could be wack you live in a sack GROWING UP GETTO BLACK

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Date: 8/20/2012 3:38:00 PM
You live a life that's full of strife. You must be accustomed to using a knife. One is not alone when living among the poor. Watch your step when you go through the door. Somebody might give you a deadly whack. That is the trouble with growing up ghetto black.
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