Grave Words
• Written by JUNKEY
Dark wings bring bad tidings rhyming under
Moonlighting your silver lining a feast
Right after death as soon as you dying look
In these black eye and see just if I'm lying
Sense cook up in my story boy don't bore
Me crow's advisement Product of environment
Cussing weed and the violence let it sink in and
Digest only thinking of progress you say carry scunt
Okay I digress agree to disagree but possibly still
Empty pocket? Work yourself to the bone said your
Sins would atone find some sense of control still
Ain't decide yet but I bet hit the nail on the head right
Kevin I know that GPA is a two point seven fiending
Valedictorian got envious for your brethren got dunked
In holy water but still you ducking the reverend yes
Confess to it all still ain't find the clemency
No heaven On earth might as well be buried for free.
