"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Wounds drip blood signaling your rise from the ashes. Breaking off a mold upheld by the Masses. Because, It's time for me to eat while I stack bread without whining for a match and, A blunt wrap full of MJ as I rather ball on a stage and keep rappin'... Ever wondered, When is it... Continue Reading →
Determined for a new beginning, With old habits I had lost long ago. Those things I used to do in place of the clouds of smoke, I've inhaled underneath our clear skies... Like, Waking up and taking that morning walk through Fort Tryon Park, Uptown, Manhattan. Or, Opening my journal first thing, Fighting away my... Continue Reading →
"Come on baby, Let me in!" "Come on baby, Let me in!..." Is all she says to me while I'm shouting, "Let me live!" "Let me live!" So exhausted! From repeating myself... Yet, She still gets the invite into a Hell, We manifest together when we burn... Wrapped up together. What else do I need... Continue Reading →
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