Lives, existences, experiences, journeys, dreams and visions pour in through the senses into the mind-body-soul space... digested and regurgitated as The Words.
I going tell story on you
Truth is if
I tell the truth
You going go straight to death row
And that Fox Hill Prison
That ain’t no place to be
Ain’t even no hill
Just high hell
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