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Subject: Gangsta's Paradise


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Brooklyn
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Date Posted: 18:21:42 10/29/04 Fri
In reply to: Whyte Boi 's message, ".play that funky music." on 18:02:58 10/29/04 Fri



Brooklyn



I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke' Fool!
I'm the kinda G that little homies wanna be like,
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light.

Been spending most of our lives living in the gangsta's paradise

Keep spending most of our lives living in the gangsta?s paradise

Late at night, the gun shots, the screams, you would almost think hell it’s self was right outside your door. Scare some people half to death, and make them wish for so. But hell no, not me, I pray for the sounds to continue. The sounds allow me sleep, allow me to relax. Without them I am lost, lost in the silence of nothing. Nothing is what I fear. Nothing is who I am.



With towers at attention, stakes carried the massive bulk of the dappled gangster into the grounds of the homeless. Muscles rippled benith tight palet, and nape craddled the chisled dial on which two coulded orbs were set. The coulded figureds serched for another life form. Something, anything, anyone.

Bodice was halted, and nape rose the finely crafted dial into sightseeing position. Orbs caught the sight of a new soul about the hell tops of Eccentric Rampage. Brain serched through it's files, but none could give the stallion the information he needed on the steed. Fighting down his fighting instinics, stalkes moved his bulk forth, and velvets parted slightly to allow a low icy tone out from within.

What is your dubbance boy?


Alone I feel, in my own world. Stare if you wish, make rude faces. I do not care, my eyes cannot see. Snicker, laugh, and talk behind my back. I do not, my ears cannot hear. Hit me, kick me, push me, and shove me. I do not care, my body cannot feel. Yell at me, tease me, and break me. I do not care, my heart has grown numb. Cut me, blood me, and drown me. I do not care, my soul has grown limp.




Yo, muh name would be Brooklyn

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I got the skin tone of Dapple Grey

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My hommies are of the Mustang Race

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Get to knowme and you will find that Im a cocky bastard, and it's not smart to piss me off because i may have to bust a cap somewhere, if ya know what i mean.

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I got a bat, and two balls, i am a Stallion

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I've been running this town for 6 years

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My heart is bound to No One

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I run The Woods

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I rule over the souls Shakara

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OOC Name: Impy




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