DAMN THIS SHIT WAS NICE


''drawin with his faults, he hits unexpected like predicting tommorrow//
When he spits you get sprayed, filled wit sorrow, feelin layed in burrows//
His inner darkness turns elements into burned sediments//
Journalists inta churned venison, urn buries 'em after he learns veterans//


damn ^^^ whoa flames right there maybe me and you should collab sometime eh