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My life

Why

Getting out the hood things feel good 
I don’t walk round feeling shock 
every stop and search my heart pounds cos I don’t know what there,ve got I think I’m gonna get booked,   There gonna throw the book 

jails not the one it ain’t no place for me bang up 24.7 run your mouth and you get cced. Screaming and shouting all night. Waiting around for the lights to go out. It’s the last one I’ve promised my mum but she also promised me . Came back and talk Trush about any nonsense when you were out . You can’t back back no matter how much cash you give me I’ll throw it out like you throw away a part of me your my only son I can’t handle it when you’re always on the run. You think I believe that cock and ball when you try speech me. Leave my boy to me. If he gets out of line I won’t set him free I swear mum shouted out it’s the last time or the babilon are coming for me . This is a night in my life I swear i didn’t think this life would be me

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Jessica Cameron

Dedicated to all those young men who need to have a conversation with their mum. Who’s proud of you and thinks the sun shines from you. But like me you do you. I wrote it like my brother would if I had one would. Who does what he likes no matter about the trouble and strive. 

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Poetic Cries

I love your form! I write mostly about my experiences  in life how I feel about them in May once in awhile do an interpretation of such an experience but mostly I express self! I love reading when others do that as well!

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