Written By Night brother
I was on the rode and the moon was full and with that the night was mine for I saw all the pain out in the world. And I turned it upside down with my two scents and start running from crime scene to crime. Scene. And I was the one who was taking pics and reporting it all for the high ups but I was like a painter of the truth in a world of never ending drama that these others kept going on and on until there was no one left to feel the damage of there coldness. The streets was empty and the cold rode was alone but you could get more done that way into the eyes of yourself on the night like darkness setting in the wind and you can't even see that stuff before it happens. But you live past the bull and you know what I mean you start running the streets and you became the gamer of life in the cold world of so many dice that you can't stop rolling on and doing you you know.Download
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