today all quite,thebeachhad its visitors?? its agut feeling,but thats it,sunny, looking at sailing yachts it made me wish for london and a job, its regular thing, too young to stop living,ball of foot, or not strange hoe much control people want, its acontrol with no respect, with respect those type ask, no others never have to ask.That what getting up my nose,no i always prefer to help strangers no phoney thanks, i like to keep my distance, thats meath , i will now cross over and understand the street gangs, as a child you ask and it never comes so you become a man very early,also the people you ask may never want to help,but dont know how,never have done, are powerless in aworld of poverty a struggle, then the boots come and say its all your fault,the boot say your family are criminals, outsiders, they call names, off destruction, names of the boots, so your street becomes a place of fear for the boots bbut you live on the streets its your street.a street of guns and men who take care of themselfs,yes man its a man street, you stopped asking, you stop listening, you stopped being afraid. cause no one answered, the street the brothers,so there you have it police you are on a different, planet the street guys all they want is a palace to grow you never let the guys grow, so the guys went off on a tangent to aworld where the guys grow up fast,the system failed because you stopped the guys growing,
now trick cyclist and head dancers, and brain surfers, tell that guy brown how to let the brothers grow, and its not infucking height or his penis size, talk the language of the equal, the guys stopped listening to baby talk school talk, now brother talk to the guys. ,
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