Life through my boodshot eyes
would scare a square 2 death
poverty, murder, violence
and never a moment 2 rest
fun and games r few
but treasured like gold 2 me
cuz i realize that i must return
2 my spot in poverty
but mock my words when i say
my heart will not exist
unless my destiny comes through
and puts and end 2 all of this
by Tupac Amaru Shakur 1990
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