April
Thursday 15 March 2012 photo 2/2
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Even God turned his back on you, homie, you're dead
Just a fragment of your former possibilities and aspirations
Peckerwood b-boy in the white man's stance
Where I come from, son, the wolves don't dance
They stand with their fists and talk shit like this
Y'all don't want drama, y'all don't want static
You fiend like crack addicts, comeback's automatic
Got a douce-douce in my boot holdin' five
Got a razor in the other one in case you survive
I rep the Gaza Strip, the hunger strike
Cousin, bite on your lip, do what you like
We ain't playin' no games, you ain't honky-honk
When the cats with the guns pop the trunks and dump
And the pistols thump and the bodies slump
Goin' for Jihad, can't wait to see God
A child of the city so my attitude's shitty
The livest type bomber out for pure drama
Period, comma, P.S. FUCK YOUR MOMMA.
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Camera info
Camera Canon PowerShot A720 IS
Focal length 6 mm
Aperture f/2.8
Shutter 1/60 s
ISO 200
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