round us up

ima just be blunt if it's honest what's, a woman who has her armor upped, like sammus but gummed gears of war against grinder's, amounting nothing in the uphill battle your tims sliding atop the grit, grime and trying to continue climbing, till you feel the jungle cat calls are no such luck in controlling your butt you're blowing the rough terrain back where it came but caution to the wind is frozen, inches from guts the gusts and cold is an infinite hiccup that thrusts the picture in ditches the brush is hidden upon ridges, its stuck, between a rock and a hard place or risk bumps, that are just itching to slit, managle, as well trip,cut stumbling blocks or stepping stones, your destined to regret the home you left to direct yourself and live c