as an infant I spit hints of mathematics you won’t find in print
every line was mint
hahahaha.. too many ill daggers flying around in this verse P..
I can't quote them all.. or I might as well quote the whole verse
peace homes.. keep that pen on standby
never off track or simple, raw facts, y'all cats is all wack and crippled/
scrawl raps on windows in winter to a rhythm of horse-claps and fiddles/
GOLDEN ARMS REDEMPTION
'Forked tongue make painful kisses...........and fam, when you talk, then the angels listen.'