No, that’s nothing that I wouldn’t toLike the air that I breathe you’re all that I needMy mother its white, my father it’s SpainMy grand parents from my mama side both are from a resist as shitAnd my father, father homier on the day that we metI was eighteen, ten years since my father’s deathI had some high I didn’t say to my mamma cash the ‘I was telling all my neighbors that I was the men on
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