Viva la Rebellion
Walkin down this road alone
Makes me feel like I don’t wanna know
Can’t escape what you done to me
So I’m a do what I came to be
Never wanted to do this all alone
Never wanted to sing this damn song
But I’m the one and only red redrum
I’m the go where you can’t come from
Go get your paper and your Hennessey
Cuz you gon need it when you get a load of me
It’s the way you won’t tell me something
It’s the way I feel when you’re around me
Ain’t no lie it’s hard to find a reason to be thankful
Like a rainstorm caught up in the streams
Like the last one you’re ever gonna see
You’re the rain cloud, I’m the water
I’m the city, You’re my slaughter
Cut the block off
You gon see
Ain’t no MASSA ever gonna keep me
Today was quite the eventful day. First I had to do paperwork for an internship as a residential aid in midtown Manhattan; whereupon I took these snazzy pics displayed on my Hell Mary poem.
