stories

ice on the ear thoughts are frozen from what here frost bitten from the stories told lies or old my heart stays cold Burr with a shiver. left alone, shaking in the snow no, we're to go stuck to the rap game ran it up like a pro you can't tell me my dreams are broke never give up, naw, not never never going to stop naw not never open up about my soul now righting notes to these letters. whether to do it now, then later walking on the scene bird man in that Gator. can fly any wether. hit you with bigie poppa. What's your best interest? Your hang with got my confidence up when I approached you. Tell them othe busters stay on the porch. they aren't going to treat you like you're supposed to. knowing that's true real is what I be snapping off off on these beat let it rest peace