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Reminicsing
I remember back when we were younger. We played football even through lightening and thunder. We had no inhibitions. Growing up off rose and mission. Walked a few blocks to kick it with the familia. Nobody fucked with us cuz we'd kill ya. Walking the flower streets with Robert N. Gregor, Robert Hotchkiss, and William Soto. We were tighter than the homies in a prison photo. What happened to those good ol days, just spent on begonia where we used to play?
