somtimes angels fall from the sky,,, that same angel grows when he cries., still got love from angels that fell down... every not and then your feets touching the ground.

SOMETIMES

What Could Be The Reason

Crash..  one of these days were going to die in a crash.

Crash

A spoken word poem....  Demons we all have...

Demon

Sand

East side, West coast.  We all bleed the same color.

Down In The City

Glowing broken soul. glowing in the city.

Glow city

Demon Inside Of Me

WITH MY BROKEN SOUL.  a spoken word poem.

WITH MY BROKEN SOUL

So I love you, My Memories, Watching you walk away. Ripped pictures Broken Bottles. Living Fast. Memories.

BROADWAY STREET

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