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Chicago's Finest: More than 40 shot, four killed on South Side
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View my complete profile. More than 40 shot, four killed on South Side. My home is going to hell First Class. The South Side will burn before the summer pass. The temperature won’t compare to the heat from the police. But they can’t prevent the blood on the street from flowing. The way people getting shot seems just like a movie. The First 48 could do a whole season in 2 weeks. Business is good for Rayner’s, Gatling’s, and Leaks. Where the real preachers at? Brazier, Jackson, Meeks? New Era Caps Lock Hip...
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Chicago's Finest: Look down
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View my complete profile. The title is the poem. That should be the end of it. More than my ex. She hasn't even been my girl. But looking good for my next. The type of love I'm scared of. Because I never had love. Like a wife has for her husband. And ALL of my imperfections. Accepts me for who I am. No need to make corrections. She knows I hate church. So we have worship together. But don't get it twisted. She'll check me on the foolishness. Babygirl ain't having it. She dresses up to impress me.
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Chicago's Finest: Helen Fisher
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View my complete profile. The Heart is a playground. Love is the child that was innocent for awhile. As she got older, the world got colder. The games people play put a chip on her shoulder. Boys use to wanna play Hide and Go Seek. Strangers coming at her like, “Hi, lets go freak”. No regard for her feelings, all they see is her physique. Don’t care about her movie they just want a sneak peek. So she grew up with an attitude for dudes. Trying to play her for fool, but she kept her cool.
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Chicago's Finest: July 11th 2010
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View my complete profile. The joy you give. The joy you gave. Like the sunrise on a beach. You rose from the darkness. My very own star. As I smile like the moon. I’m chasing you everyday. And every night I’m alone. While you’re somewhere in the world. Being admired by someone. There is no one like you. And there is no one like me. So there’s no two like we. Another second without you. Is like a day without you. You give light which gives life. I just hold it all together. But I want hold you.
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Chicago's Finest: Hall Marc Card
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View my complete profile. Real quick I gotta let you know you're a real chick. If I was a teacher you'd be my pet, A Real Bitch. You're rare like yesteryear let's make this a better year. Where everybody knows you're name, you deserve the Cheers. Plus you deserve the chair, put you on a pedestal. Rose pedals at your feet like you Coming to America. I'm gunning for forever while I'm running towards your treasure. Cleaver literature that's inspired by our pleasure. Categories: Author: Chaun Hall.
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Chicago's Finest: Reality
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View my complete profile. Some don’t appreciate Life. Until they serving it. Or fighting for it. Woulda, Coulda, Shouldas. Thru the mind like. Thru your veins like. Life goes by so fast, huh? Wishing you could say. I’ll miss you. So don’t break them. Stay true to yourself. Love don’t Hate. Fuck don’t Wait. Laugh don’t Cry. Live before you die. Give before you take. Pray and be blessing. Help and teach a lesson. Before it’s too late. Categories: Author: Chaun Hall. There was an error in this gadget.
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Chicago's Finest: I Miss You Already
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View my complete profile. I Miss You Already. 6 months of messaging. 5 weeks of calling. 4 hours on the road. 3 minutes to your apartment complex. 2 seconds from your embrace. 1 moment with you is priceless. I miss you already. Physically I'm holding your hand. Mentally I know this will come to an end. SO I HAVE TO. Sear this moment into my memory. I can hold on to you when I can't hold on to you. I miss you already. Let's wonder for awhile. Making plans on when we will meet again. Dayum you can kiss.
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Chicago's Finest: B.A.D. Final
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View my complete profile. That's my favorite nickname. I just got another pic. Dayum she looking good, mane! I love the way she makes me feel. I'm hoping that her love is real. I forget about my problems. When we in my bed just chill. We don't fuck most nights. But when we fuck its most the night. I take her to Ms. Biscuit. Or I awake she's cooking breakfast. She's such a blessing. Especially when she's dressed up. Told her I love dresses. Give her head with her dress up. I told her I don't want a girl.
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Chicago's Finest: #random
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View my complete profile. Even when my mind is blocked. On a sunny day. I wish I was poem. Somebody could think about. And then recite aloud. If I was poem. I would shine like the sun. My title would be. I’m an affection addict. My poem would be affectionate. My life is plenty hard. My words shouldn’t have to be. Carl Sandburg would admire me. Like we do Chicago. A descendant of Hip-Hop. Mixed with the Harlem Renaissance. Like I am in person. A different kind of swag. I never emulate my peers.
