Urban Ghetto Samurai
thugs need love too.

thugs need love too.

Dear lovers,

born with hearts so pure, raised and taught with much joy,
you’ll fall among others, deceive and mislead one by one,
you’ll be a sin, when the day comes, you’ll let me in.

-sincerely, the devil’s antics.

we out here

dancing like ghetto power rangers

sometimes i rap while my boy plays the sax.

sometimes i rap while my boy plays the sax.