• born in the bad parts of l.a. to the bad parts of a laday no money for school, but hustlen hard is the l.a. way cuffs around your hands n the pretty orange suit bring the la shame so much for a job you be thinking that selling powders lame you dont got a choice, this shits a one man monopoly game a phalantropy shame there aint no one to blame open your eyes fool everything gonna look the same drop the pistol and hey...next time aim reflect on what your lifes been o yea ! one big yearly sin packing bags aint gona feed your chil-dren child services removed the middle-men all cuz of the ritalin ? o no not another riddle again kids..whats white n tall and aint gonna stop fiddelen? "fresh!!" no kids..but you jig-sawlen some of them boys wont stop signaling,with their hands again he wake up at 6 just like the day before he pick up a red bull down at the 24 he aint gota car which means he walk past the bball court he gets to the airport after sayen hey to the neighborhood whore but he still wants more,his girl say he can earn more money this the guy whos eyes light up when he gets tipped a 20 no education, no registration, no one secure station where he can stay, this f'er as poor as the south side astray jay-z got a state of mind , this dude just make sure he eat at 9 he cant whine, cuz his mind not really in a straight line haha u get it ? w.e. neithers mine ima end this paper cuz i aint got the time just know you can fix anything even if u as bad as freinkenstein

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