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Cursed Town

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Have you heard of a cursed town, where I'm from it's my hometown. We are cursed by 3's, 5's, and 7's, what in God's heaven happened to this place. Drugs an thugs is what's understood, no dreams or goals, life just stuck on repeat. Wake up to be great,lol more like greater than ya neighbor, rape you even if related , snatch what you want, cops crooked and they really be playing master. We watched our parents move and groove, but they didn't tell us the tool to use to remove the curse that had been in use. We made the mistake of thinking you can leave that place, but there it lay, a lake full of hate. Full of despair, while the demons within play their hand, Death can be seen time an time again but for our land that's when the worry begin. 3's,5', and 7's who family will be hit again, death for silsbee is not something we can pretend that this curse, is our friend but We can say this is why smoketown is our brand. Our Ghost rome the streets, they hunt us real deep. Even when you leave the cursed land it's like the curse is already in. We can't stand each other, but we love one another. The city is small, so we gather to mourn the ones up above, an survive until the curse comes for us! Have you heard of a cursed town, where I'm from it's my hometown. We are cursed by 3's, 5's, and 7's, what in God's heaven happened to this place. Drugs an thugs is what's understood, no dreams or goals, life just stuck on repeat. Wake up to be great,lol more like greater than ya neighbor, rape you even if related , snatch what you want, cops crooked and they really be playing master. We watched our parents move and groove, but they didn't tell us the tool to use to remove the curse that had been in use. We made the mistake of thinking you can leave that place, but there it lay, a lake full of hate. Full of despair, while the demons within play their hand, Death can be seen time an time again but for our land that's when the worry begin. 3's,5', and 7's who family will be hit again, death for silsbee is not something we can pretend that this curse, is our friend but We can say this is why smoketown is our brand. Our Ghost rome the streets, they hunt us real deep. Even when you leave the cursed land it's like the curse is already in. We can't stand each other, but we love one another. The city is small, so we gather to mourn the ones up above, an survive until the curse comes for us!

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Charles2 says:

riveting... drives home, the hopelessness
 

Tata2020! says:

Yeah based on factz

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