trust not anybody
izzii rizzi fo thizzy my hizni goli dully hooli booly shizzy my wpizzy fozzay lozy sozzy dippling chilling wiggling, creeping late night slipping out the back door. its a block party. conrads, king pens, lower bottoms up, in the pit of the jungle in the middle of the twamps, rising out of dumps, thussling, hustling, till the bit of dawn, up late midnight, unexplained, outter limit, trips, . pretty faces looks like ballerina. cinderella, and fairy tale land mines. treasures priceless. freak out , its killing me everyday people are the folks we see daily walking by struggling. pan handlers, stripp dancers. drug war lords. in combat. i sit on this throne wit skied crftmanship. skilled hands called weling hands. as the society walk riight. passes me tip they hat. and hand shake me proud to be respected loved by the town for i owe not one red cent. as i wipe the sweat from my brow. lots of runnaways kidnapped. winos pimps punks, a rehabilited stand up drill seargant, i wont rely on trust me, but no one is trusted,, its a mmine game the dice hit the wall, we shooting. for c notes and ace dueces. tripple six one time. came up and cleared everyone on the corner liquor store Bench warrants as i had up scounding on a 4 year on one. bolistick and drained out, but bitches keep right on calling me.i am un forgetable, i play for keeps without the drama, pamona to longbeach i made it thru valejo valley the san jose lights and a fresno then porterville, armenia where the san diego east side longos to junipero and spalding, the los angeles to Fillmore. seven trees to surainoes to norteno, thank for making a truce. and a hit of my purple bubba, then i flat out went to giggling. brali Mexico thug passion. and a blue midnight drink i called the bar tender, gran munair on ice water back no ice, a blue heaven, a new day, a lapu-lapu, and a zombie. sex on thebeach its a Italian thing. below your grasp. well tame prime cut if i am a vegetarian. i am needed i am the whistle iclimbed the pole. i won the race i except my medallion. its a trophy. good luck im broke and washed up. as if i just seen emm floated on by me in a body bag casting down excalibur rounds. reccommended. successfully equipted i wont complain about a good thing. blessed to be able. able to help the stetson hat. overalls and my justiin roppers. its about your credabiility. i am reliable. im the one odd situations geared up booted up laced up wrinkle free. Tap on a clip to paste it in the text box.Tap on a clip to paste it in the text box. apprising
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