I don't need paper, computers or even writing utensils. I write with the bright fight that ignites the flame of strife. I don't read people or news papers, i don't know if i need glasses. I write with passion, fractures and mental lashes. Till the words burn up to ashes. Till they're heard through all the masses. From the bottom of trashes to the top of rich asses, the writes that i word could form into action. With what reaction? I know not what it do till i join the faction.
mind blastin' mental projection i'm havein' gentle perfection dime baggin' enjoyin' her sexion i'm braggin' none of what i see is saggin' make any dawg's tail waggin' hot babes and we all swaggin' i aint even rappin' i'm just sayin' what happen' when i pray inthe badlands...
