Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Writing to the tune of a ticking time bomb A.K.A. Love
Push me
Out,
Farther,
A hell I
Always dreamed
Of tasting;
A hell in
The palm of
Your
Blistered hand.
I ponder your taste
Before you went sour.
But sour is
All the flavor
That ever graced
My tongue.
I'd never trade
You for sweet.
So help me
God,
I'd never trade you,
For sweet.
November 29, 2006
Suge
Out,
Farther,
A hell I
Always dreamed
Of tasting;
A hell in
The palm of
Your
Blistered hand.
I ponder your taste
Before you went sour.
But sour is
All the flavor
That ever graced
My tongue.
I'd never trade
You for sweet.
So help me
God,
I'd never trade you,
For sweet.
November 29, 2006
Suge
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Writing to the tune of a ticking time bomb A.K.A. Love
Writing to the tune of a ticking time bomb A.K.A. Love
