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by shorty
Rated: E · Lyrics · History · #1096564
This is A story about me and my life.
Me and my,guy be on the porch. Talking about the old day's and stuff. Like when I was live on cottage grove. Knocking on people door trying to see if they need help with anything for some change. Becouse back then that is what we needed for every thang. I see people on the corner doing bad stuff. Thst's not going to be me on the corner selling drug's. That's bad for me and my mom. If I go to jail her frist kid she wouldn't go out with out A fight with all her might. Becouse that's is not A good light with out A fight.
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