Just wrote it up, laid it down today. Bonnie
these visions of peace not being a privilege, violence still brewing in the kitchen. can’t take the heat then get up out the jungle, boys is crackin they knuckles and this winter will let it blow like bubbles..pop pOp, their goes the sound of the struggle. I’ve had enough of the silence RIP to those rebels in the rubble, buried humble, is all I wanna be b leave the cocky outta me...