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"true storyteller"
  by MiltownJosh


i was locked in a cell
way outta town
only regrets
in my mind im surrounded
by self made threats
a little less than a ounce
is what they found
and now im puttin up my house
to stay out
i cant sleep
cant even lay down
they turned my smile
right into a frown
and still i clown
tfuckin coppers
never hold me down
now i pronounce
i bounce back
like a trampoline
got 3 different d.a's
tryin to trample me
make a stamp on me
42 cents
44 mag in a louie bag
watch ya head
if they knew better
they woulda gave me tickets
and sent me back to the house
here in mil town
but instead they wanna break me
i been a soldier since my mothers wound
theyll never break me
my moms about to lose her leg too
infection in her knee
how come all this bullshit
has got to blow to me
my way
they caught me speedin down the highway
wrong plates on the back
out in st paul man
lucky i swallowed the shit
before they got me cuffed
so now im fucked
until i get locked back up
ima live it up
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Date Submitted: Aug 21, 2008 (07:12 AM)
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  Rebeltarmac
09/10/08 (12:57 PM) 
deep man.

  HARLEMFINEST
08/28/08 (07:11 AM) 
REAL TIGHT FLOW...UR WORDLAY ALLOWS DA READER TO FEEL UR FRUSTRATIONS....SORRY ABOUT UR MOMS..HOPE SEE GETS WELL...YEAH I GUESS WHAT THEY SAY IS TRUE...WHEN "IT RAINS,IT POURS"BUT GOD NEVER GIVES US WHAT WE CAN'T HANDLE...JUST PUT A "H"ON UR CHEST & HANDLE IT THE BEST WAY YOU CAN...FOR UR CHILD.....GOOD PIECE

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