Ride along

Ride along

A 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?

© 2014 g.n.b


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Added on August 26, 2014
Last Updated on August 26, 2014