connie and blyde (Remove filter)
First Laugh, Last Laugh
let's run away together
living in the road and on the riot.
It's too late for me anyway,
I'll be the plane, you be the pilot.
Let's crash into all the fucking buildings you want,
write 'em all off as inside jobs
keep our blood hot as white, smart savants
turned streetwise by irons of the same color.
Blackwater?
I was raised in a similar institution.
Brackish, bred for war doctrine
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Sunday 5th April 2015 1:56 am
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