forward, always forward
Thursday, August 06, 2009
From Khalidiya, to Rashidiya
The heat and stink gonna kill ya
I miss Manila, my esquenita
Where my peeps dont sleep we gonna grill ya
I was so bored I started rapping in my head.
And these words just came together like a badly made mosaic.
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