Banking On My Truth

You get to a point where you don't care about anything accept, For your own accountability. No desire to point fingers towards who has conspired against you. No more rounds of whiskey heaved into your mouth over the dark clouds within you... Man, All I care about is flowing a poem withholding a message of... Continue Reading →

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