sNacebrReAtHGdEMoTEON’s Blog


    Sun, Feb 24, 2013 at 10:15 AM 0 Comments

    Seventh floor, the Builder upstairs, He wraps slow Surely fat yo, His Lines are classical Aye Yo, Nas, So with the oar owez Resurrecting dead souls, strictly business Building til anew baby borne with live fluid I flow, driven by the ocean breeze, then we roll That's one whole Eye manifest western cities, trees, and Symbol for lease Breathing in...


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