Dis is ma original poem. Not plagirised.
I walk through the fields of the cow grazing pasture,
I feel the north winds brush gently across my scalp,
The warmth of the evening sunset hugs my sensitive skin,
As I hear the faint swish of grandpa's windmill,
I begin to escape into my head,
A land of happiness and freedom,
Where I can be alone and forget the stresses of life,
I slowly take a drag of the *****
And the feeling sinks deeper into the back of my head,
I am locked into a trance and the reggae spirit guides me.
Jah feel it
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
You a ***
You a ***
You a ***
An nothin bout it,
For more information please contact poison control at 647-866-1219
Cause ***** you eaten too much ****
So pazass yo ***
Or I shred yo ***** like grass
Or nah
Gratata,
Dis aint nothin but raw
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
When I was small enouf to **** da ****** of me mother (13),
I found da great sensation of da *****
Me uncle Batius make me a sandwich every day,
He know dat I like a da strong cheese,
So he put it in everytime,
I did not know dat da cheese was gangja smoke til much lata,
I neva undastood wy it make me so happy,
until
I *** yo *****
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC