yo, its all phucked up! sat at the table cross from the Devil liquor stains cain drains and alls well with thee. i flip bricks of hay turning straw to stone. from head to the ground she is chaotic grown, gone, all alone and im missing her. she is my sun shine illuminated shinning like a star. im all caught up man jodeci pheenin. my baby is gone satan is having... his way.