Oh how I’ve written so many lies in ma life
Just so to keep them shut and let them see:     Me, walking the lined path in a Goddamn’ same, straight forward     But you guess what I ain’t a crayola Lining through a rula’     Because O My Bee! I’m more of a freehand-tool roaming around ((( unpretentiously ))) while dancin’ N believin’    and cant help; but        to live    free














