Spells of Rage, Fits of Peace
Rhast man live up

binghi man dont give up

Always

my word is Bomb

My accapella releases classic masterpieces through telekinesis
And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally
With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite

Time is money

But in the mist of this insanity, I found my Christianity
Through God and there’s a wish he granted me
He showed me how to cope with the stress
And hope for the best, instead of mope and depressed
Always groping a mess, of flying over the nest
To selling dope with the rest
Eminem

I showered the slang, simple as A,B,C’s
Skip over the D’s and rock the microphone with E’s

The smell of Green always finds a way to make me smile.

So if you wake up with the sunrise, and all your dreams are still as new,
And happiness is what you need so bad, girl, the answer lies with you.

Thangs Change by Sir Too $hort, featuring Malik & Baby-O

step back i need room to flap
fuckyeahmoleskines:

Swan in black fineliners, i really need to man up and try using colour!
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step back i need room to flap

fuckyeahmoleskines:

Swan in black fineliners, i really need to man up and try using colour!

emmahodgsonillustrations.tumblr.com