"Whattaya lookin' at? You're all a bunch of fucking assholes. You know why? 'Cause you don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like me. You need people like me so you can point your fucking fingers, and say "that's the bad guy."

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Height:	189 cm - 193 cm (6'3" - 6'4")
Weight:	69 Kg - 73 Kg (151 lbs - 160 lbs)
Sexual Orientation:	Heterosexual
Dating:	Long term
Living Situation:	Living with parents/relatives
Location:	Papua New Guinea, Oceania, World

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"In the room the woman come and go
Speaking of Michaelangelo"

�Cocaine is God's way of saying you're making too much money

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--George Jung
Federal Inmate #19225-004

~~I'ma be all the way real with this, look~~
^{When I came into the game they ain't do nuttin but doubt me}
_{Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nuttin without me}
~~Pickin up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown~~
^{Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down}
_{I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys}
~~And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's~~
^{From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions}
_{From hangin on the block to throwin parties in the Hamptons}
~~From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a~~
^{plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA}
_{From dice on the curb to stackin up chips, but harder}
~~From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your~~
^{women dawg I went from ashy to classy}
_{Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doin the nasty}
~~Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars~~
^{It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playin your cards}

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And she's a little more
then what I call

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Bullet wounds and tattoos is how I show my pain
im gone so much my lil girl don�t know my name
my palms covered in residue from cocaine
been on the block since 6 in da mornin
the neighbors complain bout the traffic at my house
when they need to borrow something they put they hands out
lil kids start runnin when they see my car comin
just looking at me will make a nigga start hustling
I aint a star or nothing I just know how to count
or how to eyeball an eightball
u weighen em out
lips black from the blunts with that sour diesel
and a desert eagle im so illegal
I cant even feed you what they put in that needle
Amsterdam got me thinking marijuana is legal
u can call me country but don�t call me broke
we got all this money baby where u wanna go

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12:19am | Mar 04, '07 | Comments(2)

March 17th 1972
Red Deer Alberta Canada
Information taken from Red Deer Gazette
(Name has been changed for safety concerns)

A teenage girl about 17 had gone to visit some friends one evening and
time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the
past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk
home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived
only a few blocks away. As she walked along under the tall elm trees,
Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she
reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to
take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at
the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and
began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling
of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though
someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley,
she walked right past the man and arrived home safely

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