fallin
• Written by yngBlake
How many foes gotta fall
before they feel it,
If I work hard can you call my
earnings stealings,
Stealing all the chances,
That's a real lick,
The realest way to get it done,
You cannot repeal it,
Dinner with a different mind
Tasting on the answer,
The sinner in me taking my decisions
Out of manner
Collision in my faith and time,
But maybe if I wait in line
Selection will reveal that,
I'm meant for this
Just playing pal
I have dreamt of this
Painting on a patient cloud,
Haven't slept for this
Hoping that the medicine
will hemp my sentences,
Trying to cast the best sentiments,
Death ain't fresh till you sent to it
Send two in, I'm sent to win,
Sex and check x'ed em in
Bless the win
I could stress less,
Don't prevent the wind
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yngBlake
Member since June 10 2014