None of You Truly Know
None of You Truly Know.
‘They’ say they admire me, for holding back
On my fists, then taking a beating
For the mercy I give.
And oh to be in England during
The summer don’t mean a shit,
Unless shared with a Zulu
You’ve married and had kids.
And she’d tear you an arsehole if
You question her ‘Id.’
I know full fucking on, with the scars
She has give.
Bu...
Thursday 25th May 2017 10:36 pm
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