Sunday, December 2, 2012

Whose World Is This?

"There's no days, for broke days, we sell it, smoke pays. While all the old folks pray, to Jesus' soaking they sins in trays of holy water, odds against us are slaughter. Thinking a word best describing my life, to name my daughter, my strength, my son, the star, will be my resurrection, born in correction all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead a right direction."

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