in the baythats how they raised mewest side oaklandive been sittin in this hazefor hella days, bmy people hear lies, fear fives with beer sighsblunt yawns, gun songs, while another year diesbut what u gonna do thowhat u trynna prove you a child of this ghost town story, aint nothin new broopen doors lead strictly into veiled vacant buildingsbroken floors need sickly windowsfailedaincientkillings.
__fairweather
that was fire.
Good read.
Only God can judge me - 2Pac