One time i was at my dad's house back in 08' & my stepmother brought out a book she'd just written...a poetry book...She's brilliant on a poetic scale...Anyway i read a poem called the Gangster the killer n the Dope dealer....I knew it was about me even when she said it wasn't...even if she comments my blog which she often does i will still believe she was referring to her stepson..Yours truly....
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