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"Invalid Item" ![]() Your words are a shotgun blast into my brain with the bullet falling on my heart. Like a king, you sit on the throne of my spirit- a Thug’s Mansion where you can rest your weary soul. You are a Black Panther domesticated, hard ebony skin wrapped around inner softness that is too delicate to shine in this Thug Life. A Soldier in the storm, you put down your arms and let me in, a confused mind that can do nothing but tether itself to your dreams. Every second we’re together, every second you speak, I become in tune- a connection that creates a harmonious note, mapping the way out of this Pain. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Check Out These Items
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