Ride alongA Poem by g.n.b
Thats right , we are filtered
The soulless from the rest Papers in my pocket In the golden crest Laughter from the abyss Cant hear it straight We are demons , yea n***a? We want the world Women , gold and acres This race doesnt end , till my death bed My image stuck to me All i listen to is prayers God , pour me more wine We got to kill them all Make them crisp like wafers Oh ..yea women cant see the truth they Dig up the holes And i fill them up with smokes When the time comes imma pack up my bags By bag full of dead slaves Haha , freedom he craves Chained to mercedes and worries His thoughts he burries To a mystical land N****s took the ferry Im gone cold , The funny were serious And the dead were curious What makes you ride along?
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Added on August 26, 2014 Last Updated on August 26, 2014 Author
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