"The ones who reside under 3 1 1" 

Music oh music ... We've reached a point in life where everyone you have sought out in hopes of help have been helped to the point of elevation; This has made us bitter. To the ones who promised and casted friendship in alleyways of the concrete jungle but turned to be mere shadows; we have grown angry. The ones who rest upon clouds while others resort to cobblestone as a place of slumber; we have grown patient. To the ones who understood the concept of the solution but lacked the will to aid in research; we are finally uninterested. The shackles you felt bounded you to a family or set are set free because the ones who reside under the 3 1 1 live for the ones who've died under the 3 1 1. The global satire to my gift; Music oh music.

Get @ Me

Simbaa