walk my own journey till the day that i die bringing people in cant keep them outside feelin describe, the medical herb makes it all good, opposers obsurd haters need to hear my spiritual verse my flow be a curse to haters from birth cauz this is the curv of the spoken word nothing to hide cauz my heads screwed tight believe its all good but nothing feels right hope it rains soon the curse of the blight Take us in the night to clense this land every human has there heads in the sand whlie there making there plans to squash the common man Moneys a scam so this what will do burn all the money make currency weed then money will actually grow on a tree The goverment should be filled with people like you and me. To opposing parties lets settle this beef find a common truth so man could be free cauz im sick of shit lying through there teeth when the say they gonna change things social conditioned to keep you asleep
Posted on: Wed, 05 Jun 2013 08:36:56 +0000
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