Casey

I know tomorrow, you'll be somewhere in London.

Some escape, some door to open, this path seems the blackest but I guess it's the soonest, but there in the clearing I know you'll be wearing your young aching smile and waving your hand, can't go wit...
Posted by Casey on Mon, 01 May 2006 10:09:00 PST

Mobb Deep

I try not to dwell on the subject for a while, 'cause I might get stuck in this corrupt lifestyle, but my heart pumps foul blood through my arteries, and I can't turn it back, it's part of me, too lat...
Posted by Casey on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 09:14:00 PST