by Fi.J. » May 8th, '06, 15:50
I was 11........and it happened on friday 17..owww
Fi.J.
There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice that it's sorta unique,
cos you know it's me, my poetry's deep, and I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat, you can't sit still, it's like tryin to smoke crack and go to sleep, I'm strapped
PROOF RIP..