From the heart of a felon
Pain pain pain pain
It comes in many shapes sizes and forms from the freebasers on the corner to the DA struggling to send my people away for law and order. ven to the single mothers trying to raise a man in fatherless homes or the agonized face of michael browns father when he found out his son is gone.
Oppression injustice man for my people its just another day I'm tired of struggling sleeping in these city streets no job so im clutching tht m9 drowning my pain away from the sound of an AK.
So when i lay down in my room surrounded by four walls of interlaced steel and concrete i wonder could it be diffrent could it be diffrent.
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