Page Eighteen
We do what's necessary what's required, Baltimore City
they live fast die young from the corner to the wire we all
love liars right its the American dream at least that's what
it seems, everywhere you look its a crime scene from the
yellow tape, prostitution or the children being raped the
question is the same is anyone safe the topic is always up
for debate but being a hearer & a doer we're all a lil
hypocritical and that's what we all hate, and that's the
problem freedom of speech is what everyone is abusing
flapping their jaws about what's wrong wit the world but
who has a solution we're all losing...sight of who we
should be striving to be like I'm sure even Mike wanted to
be Christ-like
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