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
