Before he melts into oblivion, he drops every prop anyone has ever given him. His whole world revolving around his living room, chips and dip and a 2 liter soda just another star failed to reach another quota. The whole world on his head and shoulders dampening the dandruff, giving up on his dreams no one could catch his dam drift. Huggin to his pampers, caught up in the zone Iverson couldn’t answer, Hakeem Olajuwon couldn’t build a rocket to take anyone where he’s on and he’s gone. Maybe wrong? Good strains leave good brains into mildew give it up one day is a will do, until then, wild thoughts spill through any kind of quilted picker upper , this trip might ride like a trucker but when he runs out it’s a Jam like Smucker.
Farri$ Rockz
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