Poem 1: MI Vida (sorry for grammar mistakes)

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Grew up in a gang familia sounded by vicoranos (OG's)
blue is the color that runs my mother's family ties
grew up in a broken home were love was ruff an didn't reside. .. grew up were the ghetto could eat you alive
at 17 I started well wanted to smoke an drunk my troubles away but in the end I still would have to pay. .. Ive been best friends with a blade.. an she always cuz my wrist I felt numb.. that's good I hoped some thing else would.
I grew up were a father was hardly there. an when he was emotional troubles surfaced.. daddy's Lil gangster. I kinda grew up with one. I had my tio he writes poems an is there but sadly not physically cuz he's in a penitentiary ..growing up in a place were there was hardly any money. .. living on welfare. started to work at 16 just to keep life afloat hard to find love cuz I was never taught it.. But my tios showed it an I kinda know it.
Grew up were i watched alot of kids I loved them all but they forgot about Lil me.. I am still here.

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