rolling stone
• Written by Intelligents
I'm a rolling stone rolling down emcee's bones
Stand up to me your soul will be wholed,
bent on drugs the toll has been solded,
every single day is a different kind of stroll,
sent from hell but coals I find never cold
oh,so oh don't you know?
momma used to say he act so slow
in his own mind finding dough
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Intelligents
Member since May 18 2013