I vomit----throw up stomach contents
my rymes are sick sort of like off colors
glued to the scene.............I'm a born hustlar
I kept my gun so close that I became one
shot my first one at 10...........
said "gotdamm it was fun"
respected like the red-berrets
feared like bear claws
I am the son of siyaad barre
say something ill-advised
and son I will ketchup like fries and
fry durty business
I tried try to be dhalinyaro
but my boxars still shows
my tongue speaks in tongue
the current mind set is retro
all I discuss is philosaphy dreams
and greenback currency.
Qaarxiya,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
