Hood Poetry IV

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I'm living check to check...
I got bills to pay...
Them jays releasing in two weeks.
My girl on my case, about taking her on dates...
And she always wanna go to Forever 21.
Her birthday in a month,
And I know she want a gift, or two, or three...
Lord please,
Descend some money from the sky,
Cause I ain't been high in about a month.
My weed man keep callin',
Talkin' bout he got that loud pack.
But my light bill due though.
I don't know what to do, what to say...
When my mama say she need help paying her car insurance.
I can't take this.
I'm bout to call the plug,
Get a pack.
And flip that.
Cause I really want them Retro's.

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