Can't you see...nope
While my brother is smoking dope
I won't recite Pantera
Above me recites that era
But that aside, the sixth grade
I had finally finished my year at that damn place
Seeing old face, wanted to spray with Mace
The two of my friends went with me
But they wouldn't leave me
I liked that
It was nice
But until one slice and dice
Shenice, gibberish eece, she looks like rice
I had to walk
I had to walk
I could've talked
But I had to walk instead
This is a series of rhymes, telling a loooooooooooong story. The chapters will be short.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
You Tried To Kill Me, And You Will Die Instead
PoesiaA story told through poetry and rhyme. And a bit of groove (yes, I mean groove metal, not funk). From Heaven to Hell to Heaven again.
