Wednesday, June 27, 2012


My jungle is made of concrete, my people serving rocks don’t sleep, in the age of computer microchip, destructions brought by these politicians and hypocrites, and there is no turning back, time won’t wait, hold on little sister don’t you bother, as long as we acknowledge one another, remember the doom bringer, the head crackin city punisher, like a dog named "freedom" locked in a cage, pissed off like these minimum wage, when a preacher gets lame , the alcoholics do it til a.m , never mind the pope, I’ll still be writing songs it’s the vessel of hope.

By: FuEnTes

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