Where i'm from its all dry like desert plains, cottons mouths full of foul play, cant keep my head straight with streams of pain pullin up from the concrete like absent minded dreams, clueless to the days that pass, rueing all my brothers who've paid with young lives, while young loves keep lost in chasing these reasons that escape to the sky with all of our past presents.
Keep rappin kidd, keep reppin your love for music.
That's more like it! I like dat bassline. speakin of collabs, I guess the trail went cold on ours. Either way we should try again haha
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