thru my eyes

by PAPO
(DUB TOWN MN)

life thru my eyez wuld scare a square to death
guns' drugs and poverty neva a moment to rest.
fun and games are few but treasured like gold
foreva.
i kno i must return to my place in poverty but mark my words when i say my heart will not exist until there's an end to all of this..

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