whitethugjb

Stomach growling, out here pacing on the pavement,Every dollar earned was just a temporary payment.Mama stressed about the bills, looking at the layout,I was in the basement plotting on a stable way out.They talk about the grind but they never seen the shadow,Blowing down the block, dodging demons in the battle.I need a bank account that looks like a phone number,Tired of the winter nights, waking up in cold hunger.