"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Double barrel glocks, Propped, Under a pillow where he dreams of another shot... Shot, Shots! All over his mind from the minute that he wakes, To the minute that he drops... Number one gangsta' on his block! A top notch learning curve for pitching a rock. Dealing a heavy stock of Death for a fiend... Continue Reading →
In Jay's written testimony, It reads he's held down by the gravity of his pen. Well, I can relate, As I vent... Allocating all of my memories, It piles, Weighing me down, Like, Never before. Yet, Ridding me of all of my demons that were bobbing and weaving every shot I was heaving, Until I... Continue Reading →
Life replenishes when you feed it what it needs to keep on breathing. But, Sometimes, What we need is stuck in the Unknown. A corner of your mind storing amenities away from your conscious eyes. And, Questions arise. Like, What does my heart actually want? Will I ever know what it's like to be happy?... Continue Reading →
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