Poems from semper.e
here i sit 16 cigs and 40 grams rolled up in i dont know what
its just me the same cat steppin on the same shit with the same spats
i spit...
i still dont know how to speak
tear drops dried and dusty
soul is weak i feel meek
deep down i know im king
stuck in a jar uncooked
with...
the wind isnt blowing how strange and rare
the island communicates its tired i know
i speak fluently planetary non ambiguous language
when...
entro en un lugar con presion de encierro
el cuero huele a hierro y el hielo sangra del cuello
tengo la dicha y desgracia de cargarme a un...
standing on the cliff of my own demise
i consider starting over if i get another pass
without clothes job shoes or cash just a mask
i wear...