ghetto poetry.

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It's the moment when niggas wish they could put a trigger impeding on the growth hate fertilises my spirit, I'm getting bigger and bigger, a young Pretorian nigga

with a big heart for the people who cropped me out of the picture for no reason at all

Kinda crazy when your close ones no more pick up your calls

And the strangers are the ones who always bumpin' your songs

See me go silent, hear them ask me what's wrong? , I will be replying what's not?

There's just alot, I gotta deal with it, I ain't 20 yet, ain't a daddy yet

A lot of niggas in my hood would never say the same

One of them just had a kid last year, we named him Elliot

Sexual intelligence is lost at such a tender age