the dopest dope you ever smoked
what i heard yesterday, what i heard today
Monday, November 7, 2011
told him to slow down, he said the sun don't chill, i said, i said still
these are similes
street ministry
my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation
sentences is life, i'm like chief
up in this demonstration
still...
Common - 1999
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