Nurturing n fullfilling my dik is a tree
Alive n giving my dik is a tree...
Its hard to breathe,
Coughing turns to choking...
Oh, every poet have cloth from trees, but everyday...
Waiting for problem to start as pain is not...
My words my feelings my mind
A saw a photo...
Mii babi3 i told him for3v3r....
but h3 would always t3ll m3 n3v3r...
Mamaz boi
]To my lil boi...
YOU'LL KNOW I B3 ROCKIN DA LAT3ST FASHIONS
FROM DUCCI TO GABANA I DON’T KNOW Y...
Im finally free no longa m i n his reach im...
Scratches the patches
peak and then weak...
Its 08
and Ive changed...
No freedom
No space...
THERE SHE GO TALKIN HER MESS ALL AROUND TOWN MAKIN...
LOOKY HERE TRICKA HO YOU TALKIN YO SH.. LIKE U BIG...