We are beggars asking for scraps,
but our words are unheard because we don't
collect forged notes that never mean much
But hollow forgery's.
I will only give those worth the reading my cents
of truth.
Never false notes that seem worth on the outside.
But then you truly try to spend ,
knowing there merely worth less than the paper
there wrote upon
Cant we read a wet piece of in for its worth.
not for the forgery that
collects on the venom of who liked it before because they
viewed you without even a constructive
comment...
What I misspelled that, hats off thanks for the
constructive comment, not the book of consequences,
that flowed from a there, to a their?
yes my English is my first language,
but what I made a mistake but you want to witch hunt
my ****, burn me on the mistake of grammar.
what I misspelled that, ooow,
I had a few beers but my muse kicked off,
and this is what I wrote, chill we ink. W elove what
we do, a release, a channel of anger.
For me its just my hobby, I like to ink what ever
falls from my finger sometimes I'm like of the limit,
but I still drive my words, even thought some swerve,
you understand where I'm coming from.
