• comment man im from my lincolnwood, everythings a would, a could, a should everythings appreciated even mr. west is good violence haunts the streets of my hood its like passen the volver round the table in a series of looks kaboom ! shot hear round the worlds aint affected by nothing i be like some corner standen girls metal swishes and toe biting 3 pointers blood wrenched courts all of my 24 hours challenging us? we gona blow you up like the twin towers all of my homies against 12 of your joe maurs gather round the table boys spin the metal toys aint like you gota choice sears tower, sox game, 23's hour, dots name north side cubs, southside fear, downtown clubs, the navy pier hit up pubs, love my dear, st. jude scrubs, a frozen tear

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