And that rain was therefore declared, as love through mercy. The fields survive one more harvest, in which is called love. The fruition of Eden's garden lived to bear our blessed fruit, born from our calloused palms and wooden appendages, in which we reap the angel's love buried deep into our roots, trickling down.
And may it shower her love for our following harvest, for days to come, for years to come, until poverty, and illness is no more.
Yall it's back wsg
The tiger is back No time for crack My show does not lack Wtf is wack?
This shit is so fire I turned into a tire And then I heard a lyre N then I was a crier
Does this rhyme I am not a poet But this shit is fire n u all must know-it Not ur best but it damns the rest Like gold in a dump man, I'm def a fan
And that rain was therefore declared, as love through mercy. The fields survive one more harvest, in which is called love. The fruition of Eden's garden lived to bear our blessed fruit, born from our calloused palms and wooden appendages, in which we reap the angel's love buried deep into our roots, trickling down.
And may it shower her love for our following harvest, for days to come, for years to come, until poverty, and illness is no more.
Yall it's back wsg
The tiger is back
No time for crack
My show does not lack
Wtf is wack?
This shit is so fire
I turned into a tire
And then I heard a lyre
N then I was a crier
Does this rhyme I am not a poet
But this shit is fire n u all must know-it
Not ur best but it damns the rest
Like gold in a dump man,
I'm def a fan