Soda Bottles
proper context leaves me frolorn,when iwas born there was no ajourned,just
born,see,the bee in the hair took some outta there and where did he take it?
probably for his sake,to his nest,with a vest on did i carry a gun.think im talkin
about bees or stees/no,im talkin about bein soakin wet,in the blood of ucrisis,i
bet.
Copyright © Chris Bowen | Year Posted 2006
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