"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 →
Run away, Run away, Run away. Is what I want do the moment that I wake. Not because I feel pain... Not because of any kind of internal hate. But, Because too much of "Them" are seen every. Single. Day... "Can I get a quarter?" Is the phrase, You will hear as soon as you... Continue Reading →
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