Manuel Silva Arribas
I´m so fucking tired, somehow I still find the time, the care a little more about my rhymes, to care a little more about my peers, to think a little about my fears, to care a little more about your ears. I give a piece of me to everybody I meet. Not because they want it, it´s because it´s prolly a need. Claim they woke but they probably asleep, in a cage.
EAST ATLANTA LOVE LETTER
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