The disaster of being mastered
Captured, Blood stains in my veins, Rush from cocaine exchange. Change, Same. I remain who I am, with More thought, and less taught, Fought for victories Faults For loving me No sympathy for this seat Kingship of these sixty Four squares I measured The world, Stampede Lead Follow Chief, indians, many men. Plenty soldiers Being sober Jack Daniels and the Venom of the cobra It’s over…………...my thoughts
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