Perspective true is the consistency life needs to flourish.. grow.. Peace Tony
Spent time running rhyme about feelings, how I stand…high school, what folks thought before I
left to cross the land..what is real what not, honor true for me, who is sold or bought, who aspires to be free..
Down in Mexico..Sineloa way, learned about difference aint a rainy washout day..seen folks born into fates to make dirt from sand..no matter where I traveled good to have some cash on hand..
Saw two men talking quiet huddled L.A. way..on the Eastside in an alley, were not dressed that way..intense they appeared I sensed like a bear to honey..no way today these bees can stop me from that money..
I imagined what there was in leather briefcase brown..the argument was where they would hide it while in town..I became impatient with their henhouse bicker drawl..I wanted what was there buy cars, take women to the…
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