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Assasins creed
by guy miller Assassins creed The Big Man was rolling in the deep, Tucked up tight with His peeps. He rolled out bars From Pluto to mars Spitting out stars He carved out clay jars His homeboy from time Known, nut hidden from time Guilty of no crime Man had to do time Cut up He put up Kicked slashed and gashed He cared for no cash He breathed his last gasp The Big man and His home boy Wore the same crep's They called out from the depths Following in footsteps One dropped the beat And the other tapped His feet. His crew already knew What he went through He was seeking no fame Yet they all knew his name The Man went to ground To win His crown As the jury sat down Fam couldn't be found Man hit the ground running After causing mass flooding From time they rolled deep He scattered the sheep. The turf war Is no more Tenancy served The papers been handed The troops disbanded local evangelist in a local church. just testing the water. please enjoy Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |