the youth

theyre from the upper class. just call them the master scientist. refer to section 8, thats the project that theyll assign you with. try and check the hypothesis. he dont want to be hood that bad, but his variables say he had. its terrible really sad that every beat that he kill is a paradigm of his dad...deadbeat. and her momma, she let him hit her then wonder why daughter is always threatening to leave. the apple dont fall too far from the tree. she blaming it on the pants, but i guess it runs in the jeans, on why shy got all that past, meaning so much behind. what she gone do with that trunk? i guess shes elephants huh? attracting nuts in the pumps. she say "at least they call me baby, got daddy for once". but who am i to judge? they tell me that im defending. the gavel sees me as guilty. they on the jury like pennants, but im just a menace with charm so please dont ring the alarm.

Malique williams A.K.A Mr.unpopular

478-742-5097

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