“This aint emotionless words, it’s the voice that’s knocked down and just wanna be heard. The rose from the curb”… Talk about real lyricism. When I was younger, I lived in Florida and remember how […]
“This aint emotionless words, it’s the voice that’s knocked down and just wanna be heard. The rose from the curb”… Talk about real lyricism. When I was younger, I lived in Florida and remember how […]