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Brathair (brother)
I`m crawling home
It`s raining stones
This street a tower of babel
All the clothes i`ve worn
lay tattered and torn
The pavement whispers me a cradle
See I`d leave here but
for the twist in my gut
This cord
This cable
It`s raining stones
I`m crawling home
Cain disabled
It`s raining stones
This street a tower of babel
All the clothes i`ve worn
lay tattered and torn
The pavement whispers me a cradle
See I`d leave here but
for the twist in my gut
This cord
This cable
It`s raining stones
I`m crawling home
Cain disabled
Published 13th Dec 2010
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13th Dec 2010 11:44pm
You ever freestyle rap? I thought your writing sounded almost lyrical.
This resonated with me in a way I can hardly describe. Thanks for writing it, I hope you write more.
This resonated with me in a way I can hardly describe. Thanks for writing it, I hope you write more.
