Through the parks was the d's and the narcs watching me walking out my building staring and hawkin shit but I was fortunate I usually be going out with the 9 Instead, I had 10 bucks to buy a dime bag of weed never cracks I ain't with that. I bought buddha, some phillies, and a Kit-Kat. Now I'm walking back, through the drug infested area which is filled with hysteria when a cop yelled, "come here black." I thought to myself, "what part of the game is that? "I didn't do no crime, for you to be wasting your time, with your antagonistic mind . He said that I was being smart and I better run he looked like a Klans-man with a gun so I started floating police in queensbridge, they don't be joking I ran up my crib, in the nick of time rolled up a philly and stashed the 9 police later left, I was outta breath and what not somebody got shot, that why it's hot I called my man and told him the adventure and later, I meet him at the community center .
I need a six pack, I'm vexed

Dayumm

Pack something practical or small and sharpen your senses, fool.

I took a pretty big shit today.

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