Thursday, July 28, 2016

very few know what's up (ether plagarisms)

Wet (ouu wee) Martin, water; embalming fluids. *ily* dear mama. Sheba...etc
Me and my friend, 4 am. Straightening, 3 days, starting to stink real bads too
It bothered me: his mom, it said it later too. Came to me, neared, "your fires on soul"
This was 2001. 

When you dip a joint, you know more than Einstein. The meaning
Of life is clearing the Apple. Something about Eve, obviously. Know Good, know Evil, 
A lie, hence: ask me. No knowledge, more stuff about your soul burning slow. Slowly
Scarface and Pac talked about it.

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