Posts: 109
Sex: male
Join Date: Feb,
2007
Location:
retired
Favorite MC's:
Eminem, Stat Quo, Ca$his, The Game, Papoose,
1/21/2008 3:47:31 PM
Hastily I chase the dream of grabbing some pastry, or having some tasty greens, and its plain to see I'm starving disdainfully, is it just a basement dream or can I reach out and take the beans or maybe pasta, of all kinds in my mind divine, like a pastor I see a cow walking by I blast her, chop her ass up smash her, flip her in the air hitting heights like NASA, It's Sabbath I'm hungry but I ain't fasting, lord in the sky but I'm flying past him, cheese is palmesan, oh wait a minute wasn't that Ramadan? That I spoke bout earlier, when the dramas on, my mistake, but I'ma farmer on, I mean soldier on damn, I'm losing my mind, I'm so fucking hungry but I'm crusing in line, holding together tryna reach the grocery store, toast on the floor, beef on the roof, soaking the door, feeling the truth, i reach the store, proceed through the door discretely pour over the food on offer, why bother? No money, no profit still I hover. Hoping for a miracle that ain't gonna come, I feign that I run then retrace my steps, hoping the owners left, maybe chasing debts, but i was wrong he's still there, behind the counter, i cease to care leave, think about grinding powder, back to my place chill with my thoughts, try muster some courage and not fear being caught.
1/21/2008 3:47:31 PM
