My Life
I come from…
The dirty south where how clean your shoes are is more important than how good your grades are
I’m from…
The Black flag hanging out your back pocket
Swear your life to your gang
MIA Florida, I come from the “how much drug you can sell?”
Stunt Hard South Side
I come from…
Where the more hearts you break the cooler you are
I come from hell
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