Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still feel the eyes
Of those blue-bellied devils
When I'm walking round tonight
Through the concrete and metal
relaxed again
ripped my fav jeans.. sigh*
for dinner, think imma make 3-4 thick pb & j sandwiches with banana slices.. toasted all proper
lurking rap sprays
them kitten posters from elementary. noice
awaking & baking
in the mood for one of those ice cream giblets where you fill your own cup & top it off with whatever