son, be grateful. there’s no better scripture look back and not be hateful son, be grateful. some days will be fateful the frame may be better picture son, be grateful. there’s no better scripture leonell echa

the mice will chase for cheese so hunger may decrease its bite the chase will be a fight for food, a rich respite measure first, it is for pleasure not for want of treasure to pile or for things that are vile or those that last a while and die do not prove, only try […]

A place where food is cooked a place that has been booked for peace a place you feel at ease a place where love is grease and wheel a place where you can feel a place where one can heal his wound a place where one is pruned a place where one is tuned to […]

I’m not to be a cure When you cannot endure a raise And can’t lower your gaze, Know this is not a phrase, it’s NO, Your desires I don’t owe, Don’t force my moans to flow, don’t grope, Don’t tear apart my hope In life, control your rope; don’t rent My legs without consent, For […]

if it counts for something it has to be a thing of joy a thing we won’t destroy like the birth of a boy to her like finding her mother and adding another win win a lost sickening skin I’ll resign, with hope thin but big leonell

the followers lead by one rule: follow the rule the leaders know but don’t follow the leaders follow with one code and on the road they would detour and that’s for sure but here is what we both can do to cut the queue follow the lead and lead indeed. leonell

When your hear the guns trading sounds On battle grounds Do you go out To see what’s ’bout There are men whose days are bomb and Nights do blast. Hand In hands they wage War for the age In the heavens, they are angels. Devils, in hell Soldiers on earth They fight till death. Tochi

You plant a seed of knowledge- I acknowledge For what it’s worth, You feed the earth You parent a child you don’t know- This seed you sow To help to climb, Time upon time You spend more on others than you- Before you’re due, I hope you live, I pray you’ll thrive. Wildkhard [TA]

syringe pricks into flesh and bone each scream, a tone each pint, we whisk a front line risk. one wide glance at the ambulance a breathing chance one dies, one lives who lives forgives outside us is an aftermath and a bloodbath some, we will still some, we’ll still kill leonell