Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell, look at what came in the mail
A scale and some Arm and Hammer, soul gold grill and a baby mama
Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers
Stack of question with no answers
Shortsighted decisions that land you in jail will set up some difficult/awkward choices if/when you survive. Are you going to choose the drug game — baking soda is used to “cook” cocaine into crack — or a family? Your materialistic pursuits or your seed’s welfare?
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