"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
No one looks the same unless they're next to doppelgangers,But,Most are outrageously concerned with whom their colors match with after,Joining parties acting as a gang,More than a group looking out for the other within middle grounds often shattered,By everybody's need to be in front of lines where they see red,Leaving others blue over green without... Continue Reading →
Cocaine dreams.138th and cypress Ave.Where I learned my numbers,Colors and alphabets.MS-13s,BloodsCrips,Blues,Red… A bull,I was turned into.By minority tendencies.It's all I saw growing up,Only had I to fend for me…In the streets…Of NYC… Can't be taken out,Deceased,Ceased by the gun,Played by the one,Hollow tip out to pierce an empty soul.How ironic would that be? But,I just... Continue Reading →
Rolling up out of bed, And, Smoking up lots of piff! I've been, Higher than ever, Lowered in pressure. Saving these lectures, For the kids looking around for some guidance... Until then, I'm hiding. Writing a vibe! A lyrical prowess undenied, Unrefined. Just, Raw in nature. Lines on paper that'll glue you to the stories... Continue Reading →
Cocaine dreams. 138th and cypress ave. Where I learned my numbers, Colors and alphabets. MS-13s, Bloods Crips, Blues, Red... A bull, I was turned into. By minority tendencies. It's all I saw growing up, Only had I to fend for me... In the streets... Of NYC... Can't be taken out, Deceased, Ceased by the gun,... Continue Reading →
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