I don’t want your money I have no urge to steal If only for a moment you realise how I feel Brought up in a ghetto Parents killed before time gangs all I have as relations Inheritance not a dime Leftovers for sustenance held machetes, never a pen Drugs carrier at five Junkie at the…
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