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It's been awhile since I've liked anything New Pac died One of the Krazies turned Christian The sickest of the sickmade is laying in a hospital bed. They made a movie about nwa And it made hella money made me laugh I remember when they banned them from the radio. I remember when I had to sneak and listen to my sister's tape the technique of the immortal one remains strong On a cloud I called grown I meditated with my blackness had relations with the blues made love to R&B; accepted Jazz as my personal musical savoir. still I never forgot my first love I never fell out of love with my first love yet everything new except a few was just ******** then one day high up floating on that grown cloud I got confused. I knew what I saw but I dint know they made sound One day I heard a butterfly © Christopher F. Brown 2015
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Sound Of A Butterfly
It's been awhile since I've liked anything New Pac died One of the Krazies turned Christian The sickest of the sickmade is laying in a hospital bed. They made a movie about nwa And it made hella money made me laugh I remember when they banned them from the radio. I remember when I had to sneak and listen to my sister's tape the technique of the immortal one remains strong On a cloud I called grown I meditated with my blackness had relations with the blues made love to R&B; accepted Jazz as my personal musical savoir. still I never forgot my first love I never fell out of love with my first love yet everything new except a few was just ******** then one day high up floating on that grown cloud I got confused. I knew what I saw but I dint know they made sound One day I heard a butterfly © Christopher F. Brown 2015
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Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
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