im the ghost from your dreams,
im your voice when you scream,
im you brain when you bleed,
you can never escape me,
i chase you through the trees,
my face is full of glee,
when your running at full speed,
like your being chased by a bee,
and the brothers three,
attack, brining you back to lead
the army that can be
the best in he country,
or maybe in the county,
You can be just like he
who was trying to see
if he could be the one who would take over the galaxy,
but he didn't win his battle,
he went back to raise his cattle,
lets hope the war doesn't break your skull, or rattle
your chest,
you should be the best,
better than the rest, unless tests
bring you down to 8%.
WORD!!!!
 Rich Boi12 · Fri Oct 27, 2006 @ 09:05pm · 0 Comments |
