Rest in peace to those who past away living their loved ones with cold
blood. He sold crack to his mother cause he thinks everything is a
hustle' "the street left no love in a brother",they created the hunger,
they made the monsters who do anything to survive.They say the good die
young, I didn't make it to the funeral but I just hope the bad die cold.
You started from the bottom built it to the top, now you watch it fall
down' "How will you survive now?". In God we trust but is book that we
worship now, It's kind of hard to adapt..."Do real people go to
heaven?", that's what I asked the Reverend
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