In the game way too young...another player from the block...cuz the game leads to a lock. Just a boy in a man's body...forced to grow-up or die trying. After losing those that gave life and made life...words became life and through giving...life is worth living. "Got to get my soul right"....Poesies that exposes real urban game, fears, and pains. Prose by LC DeVine
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