Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Speaking of angels...
Angels
the ones that should
stop the blade from stabbing;
the ones that should
have stopped the car from hitting;
the ones that should
calm my paranoia;
the ones that should
have guided me out,
Seem to be out to lunch.
They will be back never.
January 10th, 2007
Suge
the ones that should
stop the blade from stabbing;
the ones that should
have stopped the car from hitting;
the ones that should
calm my paranoia;
the ones that should
have guided me out,
Seem to be out to lunch.
They will be back never.
January 10th, 2007
Suge
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Speaking of angels...
Speaking of angels...