Let it stream Be believable be-come a beacon an What am I butta heathen
So to me **** talk is a cakewalk I'll chalk it always Straight up Block it outta memry Non-stop Vestiges
I Never been so Non- chalant Null in void So numb to it
But sometimes heaven hits
... And after a billion epiphanies A weakened soul Can be made redeemable All on my own now
Had a quarter of a notebook filled from my days at the halfway house most written when im newly out of jail everything is new and fresh and overwhelming... Oh camryn if you only knew what was coming haha