FRIENDS
.....as YOU call em
They call you when they need something
Trees for the bluntin'
to
G's for the frontin'
I found a way to get PEACE of mind for years and left the hell alone
Turn a deaf ear to the cellular phone
Send me a letter, or BETTER,
We could see each other in real life
Just so you can feel me like a steel KNIFE
-mf doom-
*
No comments:
Post a Comment