Wednesday, September 9, 2009


The Last Time in our lifetime a set of repeating single digit dates will happen 9.9.09... The number of completion.
I wonder whats finished?
Hmm I guess we shall see tomorrow
Until then enjoy this 10 year old classicness
"Holdin liquor in despair, gang signs in the air
I shine in spaces where time is just a glare
Hold the mic like a memory
Niggas say I'm nice wit metaphors but these are similes
Street ministry, my poetry's a penitentiary, track is visitation
Sentences is life"


I miss Common, the real Common.

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