MJ turned slow white selling coke and carbon broke free as melanin is unreasonable again
st what light The ghosts are right to poke fun at our blindness which we love the way we love them for sentimental reasons and can no more see the shine in it than in Sam Cooke on stage combing his hair and looking in the mirror to invent the black teenager in the image of pleading and mercy is vain like we are like niggas is vain and mercy too / too thankful for the pain to question it sometimes / Junkies rhyming punks with with undeliverable season
wake up, bossman Your territory! Is so far from your character it's coming between two invisible men not to mention what happened to all the worshipers
