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July 20, 2005
Beatstreet, Perplectant Boogaloo
+4 Tote
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+2, beat for ‘nother 6 with throw down ruse should have known beter than, but folks do employ the winder to sidewalk drop, cust below, and I hadn’t had trouble for so long so consistently my guard was way way the mufuck down. But new situ, white guy, 6 am….all ripe for the pickins.
This on other side cuz two cruises, round big black block and no b ody emerged.
+2 friendly face
After the beat down a boy was out though and ask why didn’t call. Man, eveybody got to lay off. they all give numbs. I can’t keep track of th numbs leta long the faces or name or myself for godsake I’ve let myself go. but he does that kind of convesational lecture you shoulda with concern *& love nobody here gonna beat you. you know i’mn the type to take the touching without troubleing over the econ of it too much.
Posted by peligrito at July 20, 2005 8:06 AM
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