Phunkfusion_Ent.

Yes moma
I hear you calling me....
So loud sometimes I can't sleep...
You know better than most.
Mind run so fast,
My Head hurt.
The reaper gives me no quarter.
Satan let's me know no peace.
White noise everywhere
I hear it so clearly.
Folks erywhere
But I'm still alone
Not all the time
Just here and there
But, by myself That's enough
For me to take it there...

"The best thing about being left for dead, they never see you coming." -YFN Lucci