"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 →
I guess that's why I speak to myself often, Because I'm the only one who knows my pain, Really. Day to day. You get used to it being a lone soldier for most of your time. An outcast is what was casted upon his broken confidence, Him, Who I once was, slummed, In the outskirts... Continue Reading →
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