Im a hitchiker on a deserted road constipated by stories untold honestly tryna lose control and turn enemies feet cold while ambitions rappers souls are sold not I, a poets souls is made of pure gold hustling trees to fill a bong looking for the wrong words to sing the right songs and still push aside yhur girls thong see I lost my purpose so Im tryna recreate it looking for a bigger box for my growing skill to fit but I suppose skill is the reason my teeth split now I literally spit with my teeth closed and still cause the universe to shift flow too potent for a regular poet I dare yhu to take a dip see if yhu living a lie then maybe yhu should die for the truth to show and let yhur soul glow emotions are the different shades of a rainbow...
Posted on: Sun, 06 Jul 2014 22:33:10 +0000
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