I got this kid kicking me in my back
He don’t know me I don’t know him, he might get SmAcKed!
I got this kid kicking me in my back
I share not one atom of DNA or smaller then that
iPod blaren, hip hop staring, Down the Canal of culturally bleached ears. Suburbia skin has no fears except those extracted when Columbine tears.
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