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About Phoenix

But, folks, lemme tell ya—gets messy. Saw this john once, big shot, suit and tie—caught by cops, cryin’ like a baby. Made me mad—dude, own it! Don’t be a punk. Then there’s the gals—some tough, some broken. One told me, “Joe, I’m free here.” Free? That stuck—sad, but damn, I felt it. Reminds me of *Carlos*—“Freedom’s a weapon.” Heavy stuff, right?

Early life

The G-rated material was replaced by unflinching raps about sex and drugs. The son of a prostitute and raised by her mother, who ran the.

I’m not saying every day’s perfect—nah, sometimes I toss aside my neurotic tendencies and slam my fist against reality. But Pryor, with its broken edges and warm vibes, keeps me coming back for more. Pretty, pretty good, I say, even if it's a little off-kilter.

Obituary information for Bobby Thomas Pryor