The fear of the gun, Is not today, It may be tomorrow, But right now, We’re out here, In borrowed times, So lets give, To the present.
I was born into a world where the angels lie, So at least let me rest where the good ones lie. Joshua Tree 18.6.2017
Who would’ve thought a little hood kid from Croydon, would be sitting on a mountain top in Sedona, Arizona.
The walls breath lies, And truth, Choked to the last breeze, The nights are loud, But the mornings plateau, An exterior of pleasantries, At the old Château.