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There’s so much room for hate inside of my heart, but it refuses to fester over. There’s only love there. My environment has tried its hardest to make me impure. To its disadvantage- and my stratagem, I will not succumb. Been shot so many times, but i just eat all of my bullets like they the last supper. I can not be penetrated. My soul is still ripe, my petals may appear wilted or bruised. But I’m built of concrete.

Your last words to me were, “The streets turn niggas into soldiers.” 

Well, I’m a wolf. 

And in due time, 

I will feast.