Poems from Wicked Wes
You really want to know what makes me tick?
This guy I know; he acts like a prick.
Does everything in his power to ruin our weeks
Doesn't...
I decide if I make it; it's all up to me. When I go through hell, I keep going to succeed. Ready, aim, fire; gunning for the high rank. I'm...
I've been through this game before
Slowly watched us being torn
This word no longer means a thing to me
It's all a lie, as far as I see...