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I’m so sick of being this damn weak. Khalil may have lost his life, but I lost something too, and it pisses me off.
That’s the hate they’re giving us, baby, a system designed against us. That’s Thug Life.
This is about Us, with a capital U; everybody who looks like us, feels like us, and is experiencing this pain with us despite not knowing me or Khalil. My silence isn’t helping Us.
We couldn’t help Khalil with his situation before he died. Maybe we can help DeVante.
If they break up, it’ll be one more thing One-Fifteen takes from me.
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