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American Gangster

Gangs

American Gangster

At 6 years old I had my first taste of death grandpa I love you while your soul forever rest. You wanted me to be in the air force following in your footsteps. 

American gangster I believe is my destiny but what defines that of a gangster is it that of a person in a gang. A snitch grab a nine is this all in the same 6 feet grad a nine don’t call me 69. 

Bonaza with grandpa told me to never be afraid of another man who bleeds like me I guess being blood was my destiny. WWF on Saturday I’m mean WCW I’m the leader of my wolf pack. 

NWO I’m the only DX this world will ever know east side to the west side only for certain folks. I lost my hopes for a firefighter at six years old. 

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