Poetry blows
Rhymes is 4 hoes
I can't go to your shows
I get stuck in columns & rows

trucks full of golds
get stuck in potholes

I'd be fronting if I said that I was over you ( Read more... )

"Es mejor que haya un loco, a que hayan dos."

1. Buddha Call in Manhattan ( Read more... )

To be honest, JOHN, I don't know whether your recent break-up was from ( Read more... )

I'm not really feeling it ( Read more... )

Crisp disbelief
Crispy assassination
Torched flavors
Scorched shadows

Brief elation

About supposedly futuristic glances that are really just simply Modernist ( Read more... )

Tell me more, tell me more ( Read more... )

Pop says: "I can't go & that's how it goes ( Read more... )