If Only Poetry Was A Woman

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 →

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