Life through my bloodshot eyes would scare a priest to death,
Poverty,murder, violence
And never a moment to rest,
Fun and games are few but treasured like gold to me
'coz I realize that I must return to my spot,
in poverty...
But mock my words when I say,
my heart will not exist unless my destiny comes through and put an end to all of this.
I'd write a reply to this, brilliant story line
ReplyDeleteThen do that a.s.a.p!!! I'm waitinggg.....
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