December 15…..

A tale of 2 cities, I tell you over du-pli-city, many moons -a- pale, today we drank that ale, that gives you the sleep and the pain, a cranberry orange…..– a sherbert rain…

To think no matter how many times we experience this…. i am never the same….. Tales of the fluid.. Lost on Oolds hollidays… a drew – id…

Seperating the future from the past… always left gray in someones asse… sucking out the the life of the rim… but not from the wife, he passs.. Caught in the daily strife, because i can tell you my thoughts with out moving my mouth.. a poor mans un happy… poors mans super hero… ..many freestyles as i walk …non other than …whats it all worth anyway.. they all got the same last names fighting for the same last pain..

all i can say… she waited 3weeks to be in the clay..wondering whats for us cuz, we dont look like enough, or the area dont like that enough, or your urine aint enough, or that shaft dont pay for you, but every vibe you do, be for another figgas u… done lost a lotta to keep getting told… some other aquintainces encounters like thats my burden to feel.. dont wanna go in your area because they always talking bout real life always somebody elses nominations… token on token… could lived life fruitful at a spot probably named yale.. was in the mountains this past week… end.. cherokee spree-kend..wait til i leave, then deliver the mail.. they got that replacement shit down pack.. jus make you act like the opposition while the opposition make money off the family back…

use to keep like 2-3 g’s of hundreds, at least over there they treat us like the gold… always debating the coins value.. its not always factual,but i was my own it thing… an eagle..