Blowin' Up Her Mobile Phone So She Can Send You A Box Son, I Sit Inside My Residence And Thank God I'm Blessed With This Poetical Gift Evident In Every Ghetto Like Graffiti And Crack Sales And Cabs That Won't Stop For Black Males. - SearchQuotes

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blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box Son, I sit inside my residence and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ghetto like graffiti and crack sales and cabs that won't stop for Black Males.

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