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throw in the bag

Dawn D Mitchell 1981 (NYC)

he giving her abreak this place is for junkies this place dont

give nobody nothing to do a junkie style of living needed

keep to her out the way this niggha hurt never a dull

moment this is all i can do i hate this shit too leave me

alone i dont understand what they want chyna fell down

too much like this girl friend thats what we do i lost my

way we are way to mad we didnt want you in the industry

you dont wanna be in the street with me so i can give

you a hard way to go dopefeen dayday she really mad

so i can slap yo and get you out my way this bitch annt

in nothing you annt get no real money or no z without me

wghat would be worth it you a punk get on your knees

sucking dick whats wrong with this omg you really

wanna be in all this this is crazy
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Dawn D Mitchell

Dawn D Mitchell is an american poet and activist reform most of her poerty has not been released. But today she is apart of a group called Revolution Bob Avakian on actual revolution and the new communism. more…

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