Thomas Brook


A Tom bomb. From. The C O V. Coventry. West mids east of west. Life's test. Living blessed. Yeah I've seshed. High visibility vest. Quest. But I've learnt. Earned. Word. Kurds. Thirds. Heards. Beef and pork. Smoking no stalk. Talk. Having a bubble having a crack. Been in trouble but I come back. Ney slack. Never attack. Don't let people give it stacks. On point as always faith in G O D. At 3 years wad sent to coventry. Family routes on profit ave. West of city is my pad. And I'm glad. Always good never bad. At times the city is all I had. Word up peace our no doubt I'm about.

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