Creole

Creole

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It all started back in the streets of the 504. Everyday when it's another babymama giving birth, it's another deadbeat getting popped. Running away from here is like a fantasy because down here, we living in the sin of evilness. Down here folks blame bad luck for lack of bucks. Outchea, I wonder who can you trust?
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My parents are those boogie, stuck up black people who think they the shit. They've always brained washed me from young and told me not to go for the hood rats and thugs- to always find a good rich man to take care of me. Growing up in a rich neighborhood and private schools, money and success is all I know. In all my seventeen years of living I never thought I would go against my parents words and fall for a Thug.

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