Ur heart beats slow, and the pound that echos remorse.
To use the "force," with the Pale Horse, this the back burner.
This reminds me of the chicken dinner with Ted Lerner.
This the National's Anthem, and we shoot to the Moon.
And Ye' coffin has no room
levi (3)
The X-Men that's tall, when raw meets strength.
To support ur woe, but this is the tank.
And we crank to the bank, but we inherit the cash.
This the Roc-Nation, to liquidate Jay's gas.
To outlast what's cheap, and here is a small tip.
To Crip
(Mark 4:40)
The fanatic acrobatic, the one to clap.
The alchemist at work, to turn their sols into crack.
The name game with me, and the Image was made.
Confused on my sh
