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by Forris Watkins Jan 7, 2011 category : Life, society / other
I lie here and begin to dream, nothing neva really is da way dat it seem.. My eyes on low beam, but I clearly focus.. My emotions they sho thru, I look clearly sicc, my heart hurt to da maxx wit every second dat ticc, my cuzinboo she thicc but I guess I'm not ryte, our relationship dark in a tunnel wit no lyte.. I really wana cry cus I'm no longer fly, I wish my aircraft would burn so dat I could dye.. I'll remove me and stay to myself, I'll get wasted everyday til I have no health....