Poems from knucklehead
yo please
I can't see
trying for a reason
end of the season
low lack heart attack
pack and stack
low brown sad sack
down from a...
stick pointing to the sixth
runnin from the eighth
Still can't find motherfuckin faith
ducking the op
still catching a case
cold case...
loose lude load on my back
learn little licks from this stack
let lawless lose for this fact
led lit losers through they act
saw me...
proudly sustained profoundly
what I found
when I climbed atop that mound
of feelings and discourse
of course
love in my heart for a second
push it to the end then I wreck it
end is near
I leer and steer vividly
towards what I once thought ...