Weed Burns Slow Of A Solo Soul

Being Mexican/American had left off to a tall cann being gripped in the right set of hands. Im describing the average working Hispanic man like a depress person popping a xan. Address the feelings to your life that keeps drilling. Young soul stop dealing with people feelings of being so evil. Professional has laws like a vehicle!! Meditating your mind revolves around the pride of cherishing your time.
I've wasted my life to the weed that is rolled to the cherry that glows. Putting life on hold is the trick of blowing o's. Soon your dreams will turn into goals!! When it starts off in a young soul. Got distracted by sellling dime sacks to my amigos. While my own sack didn't hang between tho. Young teen with a voice before puberty. I've got out the game my voice had still remain the same. I made mistakes but the one that i made helps to this day.

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