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Thug motivation

When i was raised ™
Reached out as a rebel;
Confused in a hopeless house,
Into poverty and pleasure.
I was wasted with money;
Buying everything from a bottle:
To shoelaces,In a oppressed state
The world is getting colder.
But the aim essential for a soldier,
Curious to represent my honor:
Optimistic as i ponder;
I was born dead
The stress held in getting older,
Erewhile the road is positive.
Written by Goldbrick (Yah-Meen The Poet)
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