baxa
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thug life...A Poem by baxaI burn my thoughts, writing too slow, ideas coming I should borrow some weed s**t, to make the rhymes come to the right side, where we rolling with my.. |
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SilentA Poem by baxaEverything changing when the needle tears a hole the light is raising as the sin upon my shoulders, I'm mistaking but the life goes on, I'm like a tou.. |
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