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Andrea's Poetry
you were my homie
your life didnt end in a homocide
youre always running from the 187
i wonder if crack fiends get to go to heaven
youve changed my life in so many different angles
without you i wonder how the rest goes i dont know though
maybe i should be a fuckin po po
catch your fuckin ass on the street with some crack hoe
thats just the life you know
with no father in your life you have no idol
that aint an excuse though
you shouldnt have started fuckin around with all those fuckin drugs yo
youre still little
and you already know the use of brittle
whatever happen to the day we used to skateboard together
now without drugs youre more bored than ever
you broke your arm, got morphine injections
ever since then your lifes been an imperfection
now me and your mom cant just sit around guessin
where your safest life would be best in
maybe juvi so you cant break out of day break
even though the food is bad aint no one makin your bad ass steak
©andrea
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