Lost OG
Category : From Site Admin , poetry
Muse…muse..muse….No remembrance..no acknowledgments, no bravos..no left notes or clues..spirit just blew though on some new shit …changed the game and left as quick as he came. Got the block kids thinking they invented what was old now new.
Master locked but never bothered to click so, sounds wind bound…worn words emancipated..wings to fly..death set up by the system on the sly..Given eight cigarettes to spark at the a time named mild.
Poison too boost crowing like a roost put glamoured lipstick on batting eye’s hens, serving up casseroles of starch and settled mucus tasty as momma’s pie piled up high..yeah, blood thicker than water now my brother..can’t let this nig survive ..he is out to open eyes; exposing fallacy invisible imagines drawn in the clouds .. adding up angles and rearranging the sky..legacy be damn this nig like most must to die.. make it medical. ..unexpected but surely quickly and no questions will arise.
