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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 an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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