Really old rhyme i penned, found amongst rubbish in my bin |
Watchu gon do now tht th guns r drawn?Shot down by ya worst enemy, but you been wrong,Thinkin weak, purely absence of strong,Been sinning wit lower livin forgetin whats real an cant weather the storm,...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 03:50:00 GMT |
wrote this one election night. lil tipsy still |
I became synonimous wit voters for change,The unafraid brokers of strange, Any thang is possible now nothins outta range,Cause we got the scope on our big picture wit hope,But of course some stil...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Nov 2008 03:16:00 GMT |
