♪ ♫ ♪ you look like an angel, walk like an angel,
                              talk like an angel, but i got wise,
                                          you’re the devil in disguise  ♪ ♫ ♪  

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                      The song leaves his radio without him even noticing, his concern pressing on more important matters: the joint being rolled in his hands. Once he’s finished with the process, he brings the half-assed cannabis cigarette to his lips, enjoying the bliss coming from the narcotic. It’s not until then that he sees a stranger in front of him. “Yo, what are you doin’ in my backyard?” He asks, hurling his cigarette to the floor.

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