Psalem#2
• Written by user408215328
black Pendleton,cast a shadow on those jeffersons
ready to battle to worshipp dead presidents
perfect sense of investment
been locked up with the best of hem
sin boxed in we passing em to the last of em
cast em down from the tower of olyimpas
fallen angels one of the devils lieutenants
I panicked staring at four corners in the attic
i was a loaner no telling when i lost it
the doctors couldnt find a diagnostic
just like a homosexual coming out the closet
i didnt know when it will happen
even sabbath couldnt find me resting
out there out in the display closet
the village shame in process of finding himself
follow the path of pac ,indeed of need of help
gucci belt 2 racks on that
friends addicted to wax
life was moving to damn fast
i miss the boombap
the feeling of cockiness when they laugh
in a beginning of a track
after all that the feeling of grace
came like a 12 gauge shotty in your face
took the place of premature adolescence s
lessons when learn after the last breath
priest confessions email and text to clients
one of the client tell at the ruins where the mayans hail
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user408215328
Member since November 12 2017