dustbowl

Blackal drawing more pictures for dreaded fro's, deck in Focus; an only nigga for foundation; fragrance, poor door Open in squeaking timber, my credit folded; my winter-free September still coped with weather and whether or not my legs were dug in Pedals posing down in-depth, low on patience rose around a Speck of treble lone in debt, clef as doses, most of my Pages are left as broken, dye climb adjacent my poems are Better off hidden for throwaway skulling tones, say my deadline Written wouldn't piss or pop a tougher collar bone, calling bruh Hope that Ma's catch calm in homes, no summer follow domes, cart onto Clutching slack between the gaps of combs, a coke bottle keep me Cold from a role model, far from those ten roadblocks; ahead to Solve, my soldier never knocked or blown soldered thoughts, til' Crossed a stone boulder rock, a couple thrown before I docked for Double coma gone for the roof leaking shit, million months of Bars for friends; go fill it in, if fiction didn't Exist over the fact a feeling pinned, the faux fam I'm living With, can't live without though, still carried by the doubts coated Buried in, mouth froze drilling in my wisdom, drought Villainous, the distance grown quillings in How many times can I count the times tripping? Shit Mouth wide the minimum, my Freddofrog ribbiting Outside the minimum, headstrong feel different Today, ribbons aren't for fitting for a shoelace, focus Drowning in ink rivers; not my Tuesdays, sounds like shifting of my Food taste and it's looting of my mood; soon moving new pace, pray I'm Tripping not for new say, my cracked Lips live with a toothache Say I'm too late for I've Syncopated my decisions, I can go to lift and Thank Grove, thank Garry, thank both, if fed up on Lighting up my numbered years, Ryder forgetting what gaining buzz was, strain to Giving subtle care for this kid, my hands is full at the Moment for just a little bit of shine for a shit