"I coin a phrase, For me to change, And pay for my sinz…" – m3l0dic
Nothing really matters anymore,In a City war-torn from all the trauma it doesn’t want to deal with anymore.So,When I walk down the block on Broadway,For some Chicharron you can see at Mambi’s cooking all day,I shake my head at everybody putting up an act,After being called to “action”… But,I don’t want to waste my mother... Continue Reading →
Dark skies shroud eyes of a joker as the storm, Begins. As I bat mine, There are no signals to alert my mind, That someone will come by protecting me with, A shield I can only hold for myself on this battlefield I was placed in... Concrete rife with debris from each bomb detonated by... Continue Reading →
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