That Kidd.....Me
Growing up, in and out of jail, no father around, and his mother on the streets putting her body up for sale.
As a kid his only priorities was home invasions, and leaving no witnesses to tell. Fearing that if he left one person alive, someone would come with a 9 to the back of his head, leaving his face....No emotions...Stone Cold Pale

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I feel it
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Wow! This is deep, yet very true. I know some people who could relate to this poem...I hope you don't mind me sharing this one. Keep that pen movin Khyle!
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No you're fine go ahead
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TIGHT!!
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I like this poem.
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