Air Jordan 1 Low "Gym Red" Review

A lot of rules, some locked in solitude
Curse the day of they birth confused,
illistic like the farmer, plantin' words, people are seeds
His truth is the soil; help you grow like trees
May the children come in all colors, change like leaves
But hold before you one of those prophetic MCs
With blunted flows, seven hundred souls in me
Each channelin', from past to present times, heaven shines
Light on those AJ gym red lows, innocent to how the world grows
Some men become murderers, and some girls become h***
 
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