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by little yella killa - juvenile hall كلمات الأغنية

who would of thought the pain of law on the sin of juvenile hall on the trial of meth in the do taken the mic the fact that he wasn’t right poetic justice but could of thought to himself could of been a sign that he grew up in the ghetto and he did not know nothin else and all i saw was a death and a k!lling so what the h-ll all i seen was my moms getting beat and it was kickin my -ss got sick and tired so i stabbed my dad by my father was just wasn’t right so sick and tired of him beating on my moms everyday and night until the automotive of this alcohol and when he went down the hall knocking every pic he saw on the wall a picture of woman as he walked out the doe never saw him no more until i finally answered the phone and in was trying to soe my holy god just wouldn’t stop and think to close cause im frustrated and hated him even more now the hatred is bad that my heart is cold now that im a b-st-rd i dont want to see you no more

- by little yella killa

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