Poetry

He said, It's like the grass that grows between the cracks of ghetto streets, relentless inspite of the neverlasting, I

Said baby dam you got lyrics, make it like poetry!

The thugged out pimped out imagines release them save those roles for the young souls who believe them I want the

Undefineable, indescribleable and more, but yet so clear when you walk through that door, I said I want it hard, mystical,