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A GHETTO CHILD IS BORN, SWORN TO THE HOOD.
READY TO DIE, OR BE THE REALEST NIGGA ALIVE!
I MADE IT THIS FAR!
MY HEART BEATS PAIN AND SEALED W/ A SCAR!
I BE THE LAST NIGGA STANDING,
WHEN THE WAR POP OFF!
I BRANG THE THUNDER! YOU NIGGA'S IS SOFT!!!

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA