Changing It
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I'm Zhatwon , I Run These Streets. I Have Little Kids Even Doing My Dirty Work. My Momma Wanna Kick Me Out The House But She Knows If She Does Its Gon' Break Her Heart So She Lets Me Stay In. My Dad Is A Deadbeat Nigga , He Wanted Nothing To Do With Me Because I'm Not A Boy. But Who Gives A Fuck? Not Me. I'm Makin' Money And Helping My Mom With Her Bills. My Boyfriend Trys To Keep My Out Of The Streets But That's Where I Belong. The Streets Raised Me. Ian Going No Where Any Time Soon , Unless I Get Shot And Everybody Knows That Ain't Happening. And If It Does , Ima Leave A Legacy To My City. These Bitches Gon' Remember Me! These People Will Fear My Name. Zhatwon Lyn Johnson.
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