bluffin', it's nothin'. That we ain't did before. We played you stayed. The points made. You consider it done. By the prophets of rage. (Power of the people say) I roll with the punches so I survive
pour in on in metaphors. Not bluffin', it's nothin'. That we ain't did before. We played you stayed. The points made. You consider it done. By the prophets of rage. (Power of the people say
CHALI. Yo, this is a lesson in friendship. The depths of a kinship. Where women and men begin with, and then slip. My pen drips as I scribble my thoughts. On thin strips of emotion. A fraction,