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Wednesday, April 11, 2007


angel of death... and her crack dog..

I am dead inside it says and then I pass by what is or a representation of a black chick that is always asleep outside wrapped in a blanket... I won't say anything about nappy hair, It is like saying stuff about us on our side of the island about hearing gods calling and hanging out with other men... very offensive... There is a book called angel of death... apartently there is a crack house like the crack house I used to walk past on odem street, it talks about how they dissapear people who interfere with the drug trade including cops and make alot of money dealing drugs and doing stuff for the community..

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