…….. ill-Will will steal a bill and get killed, to get his belly filled, ain’t got time to chill to steal, so he’d run pass and snatch food off your grill, catch him later when he slowed down after taking them pills, pulled up on his ass cause he couldn’t make it up that hill, gave us some slurred sloppy stories and meth head glory, he was beginning to bore me, caught me off guard and floored me, started running but I had time, cause them pills had him moving like he was underwater, moving through mortar, anyone else would’ve made it to the border.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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I really liked how you are addressing this problem.
Addressing the problem merely by mentioning it, so it won't be swept under the rug is enough at times*
Great flow, powerful and poignant.
Thanks
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