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MY BOYS

This is for my best friends and they are men...they taught me how to live in this world and they know who they are...they permanently put a scar on my heart but it's nothing I can fake or try to recreate it life in a small ball of yarn ....my boys never cause ME harm. The first of my brothers has a goal like no other he hustles he bring what we need he the money the drugs and food finder for me...he takes away pain .hunger..and scheme BC when he hustles the world more a team....don't blame him for my addiction he recreates my normal my personal experience... He is the doctor the regular Joe...but one thing he isnt is a liar or cheat he the brother who walks every Street his hustle is respect and he get it and when has to protects it...the next brother hold a place deep in my heart he makes me feel loving and is extremely smart....he holds me at night just to keep warm he tells me I'm pretty and shows me no harm sometime they have time to maybe make love and play  become time...he isn't my boy friend u can't say that of course but he will defend my honor when the time calls of course he knows all my secrets and return tells me his he is my keeper of hearts and return we can grin...BC we can at one part of the day make all the bad go away....the third brother I have we he shows tough love he is the one who does the bloody work he will lie cheat or steal and does it will fame he finds us a place to sleep and be us ...insane? To you that seems mean but to us it's the thing we need to redeem our heads on a pillow a blanket and food  u take for granted he makes our appear in a timley fashion he walk around at night when he hears a strange noise he alerts us when we have to run and the cops aresst him when we watch from above on a rooftop we climbed he showed us so they won't catch us this time....so remember my values rest on my boys... They may cause things they may lie cheat and steal but they do it for me and The Struggle Is Real.................dedicated to my friends I call my boys y'all know who y'all are and to me you shine like the stars
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