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			<title>Fresh</title>
			<description>RIP Fresh</description>
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			<title>Memories</title>
			<description>The visions in my mind I can't seem to let go of.</description>
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			<title>The Government</title>
			<description>Just my thoughts</description>
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			<title>15 Year Old Prostitute</title>
			<description>A tale of a story I overcame.</description>
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			<description>They wanna bury me. Body bag, carry me. Lay me 6 ft under. Make me start to wonder. Who do I got but myself? When I rot. I ain't taking no one else. Wont see another face see My people left this place. Left without a trace. Went to better states. Where they wont be chased. Lives in memories we cant ..</description>
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			<description>	They view me differently, not as one of them. Roses grows beautifully, but I just stay a stem. I was once a seed. Needed to be nurtured so that I could succeed. &amp;nbsp;I grew up fast and irregular. Not knowing nothing, I was unsure. The choices I chose led me to the lyrics I now compose. The obstacl..</description>
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			<title>Im Different</title>
			<description>just a story about life</description>
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			<title>My People</title>
			<description>Your eyes execute me, as they look me up and down. I feel foolish in front of you, as if I was a jester while you wear the crown. With a brave heart I stand, yet still talk terrorist to them all. They view me as an enemy, just waiting for me to fall. I know who I am, I&amp;rsquo;m just exhausted trying ..</description>
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			<title>My Life</title>
			<description>just a sum up of my life</description>
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			<title>Sleepless Nights</title>
			<description>this is something that happened to me and i only knew how to describe it through words</description>
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