67/366: Legends In My Rhyme: Curtis Mayfield No Thing On Me (Cocaine Song)
Charring skin deuce to bank, not lump on in consume the strip buck naked. Akin convulse on impulse bubbled within. Mama forever said no losing to win. Bruise on the shoes, our groove never ends true civil and kind to myself be a friend man in the ship with two wands on hip I'm blackjacking with Jan first night, a strange fight. Kayana Scottsey my yen vision started to dim. Wind force was so gale held, categorized to ten the uturn of events from the getaway