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About San Jose

Last week, prowlin’ the streets, feelin’ jittery. Dark alleys, neon lights flickerin’ – spooky vibes! Saw this chick, legs for days, leanin’ on a pole. “Ruh-roh!” I yelp, heart’s racin’ like I ate too many Scooby Snacks. She winks, I’m thinkin’, “Man, she’s trouble!” Kinda hot tho, ngl. Reminds me of Freddie, chasin’ somethin’ he can’t have.

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I stroll these blocks, err, sometimes too fast, tippin to beats in my head. Ain’t no perfect grammar in these streets, but there’s truth. Like, Holy sh! these roads be whisperin’ secrets – sometimes I swear I hear the echoes of Julian Schnabel’s camera clicks, “I can fly away,” and then I’m tryna bounce like my rhymes.

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