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lenardpugh
lenard pugh 

United States, Illinois, Chicago
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Lenard M Pugh, born March 8 1971 Old Town Chi-Town, Buzz and Snaggs had a 2nd son One from Cabrini, both from fams with moâ?? than 3 childrun Both had charisma, both had talent, both liked to have fun Both were barely out of high school, both of them were so young My big bro Snook-when I was born, he was jusâ?? 1 We got along most times, but revenge never went further than our tongues We had scrap but we knew when to unite as 1 Lived in a 2 bedroom apartment in my grandmaâ??s building Dad loved the south side, Ma thought the north side was appealing Dad was a teacher slash artist, Ma, an artist slash nurse And still-after food, toys, bills, and liquorâ?¦no change shook in her purse She took classes, worked night shifts while dad wrote with that thirst Up all night at his typewriter, eyes red, brain cells about to burst We ainâ??t get no time outs man, we got warnings and whoopings â??understand Hit by fam with extension cords, switches, belts and bare hands Or likeâ?¦turn around boy, bend over, pull down yo pants And stay still, donâ??t dance, or Iâ??ll beat you till you canâ??t stand Dad came home late, sometimes Ma made it home to cook dinner We suffered some, but the crib was cool in the summer, plus warm in the winter Soul music, good times, bad times, the realest feelings Fam fights, good news and bad newsâ?¦tragedies, moments of healing I was told I was named after Grandma Lena and some man named Morgan Maybe he was important, I sat through 100 sermons at Gospel Temple At Rain or Shine, I zoned out to the organ My mother thinks I wasted my life with this knack for ghetto reporting So rap can take the back for now, my real life is more importantâ?¦yeah

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