He rides my riddles
Lounging on top of my baby dragons
Shines shoes under covers
Blistered ear drummin trouble
Ran out that cavern his momma cried
That my shallows empty breast
Hand him no ticket
Never Loan him a jacket
He inside a conviction
Trials of stars will shake
And battle vanity shields
For what his baby lips take

Immortal technique

Taryn, hi