I'm not a hot boy....I'm just a cold young thug...
It's gonna take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back.....Dreams
RuSSeR----Smth 2 Die 4
لسلام عليكم
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Smokin Hot
I remember walking the street as a stranger. The hours i spent fantasizing figuring out what makes me special. What is my purpose why do i want to be different. is it a dream or just a cruel fantazy that fills the emptiness of my days. I remember talking to myself to try harder. At least twice as hard as the others before me have tried. I must be different that is my goal. I grew up in a time where the best liars became politicians, where