no_hhope
• Written by addict_user
Mashed potato rap witha corn rythm
no beat for a tool I just use my
minds tempo, demo in my minds eye
a future only i can see a
pipe dream maybe, ill see it when the rooms
clean, blinds ripped from peeking out passing
people in the street out to get me bad
think im lying check the scars dude
eat a can of act right rude
my disposition asks you to, good
luck in the war though i know who fought
more battles a thousand souls ago
