The pain i fil never knw. Emotions that i neva show. Am on a lonely road, bt i walk this lonely road before. Am a spartan soldier. I was born to conquer, i was raise and train for war, am a spartan soldier till my lyf z over til my hrt cnt beat no more. Mi bad frm mi born, bad weh mi frm live fr the soul. Bad wid mi gun. Fyt fr the deamon fi a cause mi a talk frm mi hrt mi no fake mi nah fraud everybdy knw sparta wi delete. Naw surender, back dwn or accept defeat. Nor retreat any bwoy waan beat pussy wait til we meet, like a phone number bwoy get delete, sparta mad frm wi skul to wi feat. Any bower step forwad get green by the beast wen mi gun rise bullet mi a leach and release bite yo in a yo face and buss out the knee them. Dem no waan mi rise, dem no waan mi survive. Dem no waan si mi meck hi dem waan si mi die stile mi a smile and a live my lyf them no knw hw mi struggle evryday fr survive
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 14:05:42 +0000
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