Poems from bambinoExpressions
(These children be killing not knowing who child they be killing just coss he was just dealing when he had a dream to make a million to...
(You could cry on my shoulder hang on to you like a old childhood poster when I speak to you I'm not being a poleser everything i say is...
(Gun to the head your close to being dead mind racing like a horse he can feel he feel no remorse lap 2 is done for the course your own...
(Life can be a dream for some and nightmares fo' others and when they mean others they mean us brothers the brothers that can't use rubbers...
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Society is a mystery color against color but y'all not worried bout the other when we can join one another with yo sisters and brothers...