November
March 2012
I never had that much to say as a young kid, Caught up in a broken social scene doing dumb shit, Running wild as a solitary stepping stone, Something out of a movie we hadn’t left alone, And I c
Even God turned his back on you, homie, you're dead Just a fragment of your former possibilities and aspirations Peckerwood b-boy in the white man's stance Where I come from, son, the wolves don't d
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