By Arcassin Burnham
Crossing paths,
With nothing to cross,
My side is landmine city,
Don't make me blow your mine,
With rhymes and sentences o' plenty,
Been let down plenty of times,
And it'll keep happening,
In Diamond valley you pay the price,
On earth it wouldn't be happening,
Peace be still and behold,
There is no city of gold,
Thats what he wants you to believe,
Schemes are getting too old,
Like ice blocks are too cold,
To rarely put your tongue on,
Survive the strong , brave and bold,
All I know is pain,
Surviving on my own.