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    Real Talk
    A GHETTO CHILD IS BORN, SWORN TO THE HOOD.
    READY TO DIE, OR BE THE REALEST NIGGA ALIVE!
    I MADE IT THIS FAR!
    MY HEART BEATS PAIN AND SEALED W/ A SCAR!
    I BE THE LAST NIGGA STANDING,
    WHEN THE WAR POP OFF!
    I BRANG THE THUNDER! YOU NIGGA'S IS SOFT!!!

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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