I see how much I'm worth....good looking.STANDARDS SET. You have an unusual style of poetry …Ran Out Of Fucks To Give: No Free Rides .Love My Gems.Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count.
Good Times, Family Affairs, Events By The Month, Trips To Other Places. Fighting to stay alive, picked up a snake once, lots of sorrow and pains. Third party views to rule the dazes, dances in the dark, in the woods full of snakes in dens.
Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count. Brother left alive, last one in the tribe, Carl Lewis Breangh, king of the piles of shit, created from the dogs. Rats to roaches, roaches to deserts, faces in the crowds.'
I see how much I'm worth....good looking.STANDARDS SET. You have an unusual style of poetry …Ran Out Of Fucks To Give: No Free Rides .Love My Gems.Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count.
I see how much I'm worth....good looking.STANDARDS SET. You have an unusual style of poetry …Ran Out Of Fucks To Give: No Free Rides .Love My Gems.Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count.
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