texas.don.g.nutt.59.poem,strapped

texas,don.g.nutt,59.poem,strapped igotta stay strapped for the hood for the block for the ghetto boy in me for the haters the pretenders that follow my path feel it in the air tonight  im strapped better then ever most then more still strapped from head to toe as soon as i step threw the door you know how i roll how i ride from the magnolia hood its still my all good pull the trigga back load the clipp im strapped like u,s artillary war field my words tuff ruff the bad an good stuff im strapped.poem.8-8-2019

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