because every dollar counts.
Penning verses in foreign places.
Destiny in the game.
Dangerous in this strange world.
Heathens left to serve untill none is breathing,
Achieving, on the stroll everyday and all day
Terror dome swerving on the highway from Monday to Friday,
Disquised vocabulary laced with homicide ready to rupture.
Midnight complexions and spots,
Assume to soon.
I have a problem, I have a fixation with words.
No one stand next to it.
Writtin with both hands.