The Start
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I got to do me and stand out , I can't let these other boys get in my head because that's not what I'm about, I'm not looking for nobody, but they can look me for me, otherwise if you gonna waste my time then you should just leave me be. My dad is a coach so we never broke, until something happened to him and my brother took me in, so I had to restart life all again, I asked god to forgive all of my sins and that's when I finally felt the wind the one my father told me ounce about it had hit my beautiful black skin then led me down the right route , Keep reading so you'll find out the end, and how we began to stand out
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