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Riley Freeman wrote:

Don't know wether to call it a rap, poetry or just words on paper but this is somethin' i wrote awhile ago before i decided to go back to school... I could have blamed my father, But I knew I was failing myself Cuz only thing i was into was sellin' the melt couldn't talk to nobody, about the the hell that i felt so i walked with a .38 and extra shells by my belt I had click...If u crossed them, you crossed us then they crossed me so i lost friends and lost trust almost got robbed, reached for the gun and he bust I got grazed...so i cocked back and he got shot in the leg My whole life growing up, i knew alot for my age I stopped dukin' it out and became accustomed to shootouts Couldn't live by rules, so i left mom dukes house never meant to hurt her, but i just had to let the truth out I ran the streets wild, seemed like they had adopted me i fvcked up my flip money, i was playin' the game sloppily got back on top and older females started jockin' me the sooner i got my weight up, the more they felt like lockin' me but a couple months I got free, Bettered my knowledge position started putting the drug money towards my college tuition conversated with god and got more involved in religion

ChoklatPoet wrote:

Riley Freeman wrote:

Don't know wether to call it a rap, poetry or just words on paper but this is somethin' i wrote awhile ago before i decided to go back to school... I could have blamed my father, But I knew I was failing myself Cuz only thing i was into was sellin' the melt couldn't talk to nobody, about the the hell that i felt so i walked with a .38 and extra shells by my belt I had click...If u crossed them, you crossed us then they crossed me so i lost friends and lost trust almost got robbed, reached for the gun and he bust I got grazed...so i cocked back and he got shot in the leg My whole life growing up, i knew alot for my age I stopped dukin' it out and became accustomed to shootouts Couldn't live by rules, so i left mom dukes house never meant to hurt her, but i just had to let the truth out I ran the streets wild, seemed like they had adopted me i fvcked up my flip money, i was playin' the game sloppily got back on top and older females started jockin' me the sooner i got my weight up, the more they felt like lockin' me but a couple months I got free, Bettered my knowledge position started putting the drug money towards my college tuition conversated with god and got more involved in religion

Will you be my husband lol

ChoklatPoet wrote:

Riley Freeman wrote:

Don't know wether to call it a rap, poetry or just words on paper but this is somethin' i wrote awhile ago before i decided to go back to school... I could have blamed my father, But I knew I was failing myself Cuz only thing i was into was sellin' the melt couldn't talk to nobody, about the the hell that i felt so i walked with a .38 and extra shells by my belt I had click...If u crossed them, you crossed us then they crossed me so i lost friends and lost trust almost got robbed, reached for the gun and he bust I got grazed...so i cocked back and he got shot in the leg My whole life growing up, i knew alot for my age I stopped dukin' it out and became accustomed to shootouts Couldn't live by rules, so i left mom dukes house never meant to hurt her, but i just had to let the truth out I ran the streets wild, seemed like they had adopted me i fvcked up my flip money, i was playin' the game sloppily got back on top and older females started jockin' me the sooner i got my weight up, the more they felt like lockin' me but a couple months I got free, Bettered my knowledge position started putting the drug money towards my college tuition conversated with god and got more involved in religion

Will you be my husband lol