NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t.

Love is kind its always blind can only hear a heartbeat shine between souls what unfolds transcends and cultivates gold reflected back in a mirror’s match for those unafraid to follow two paths paved the same way.

On the dark dusk of discovery On the cusp of fort thuggery On the edge feeling brotherly Lovingly – ungrudgingly Forging ahead its bugging me It’s so hard to explain my brand I’m more than a fan of this kind of life this kind of… Read More

Money is their soul’s religion I need some cream I need some green Those dollar dreams by any means but they are slaves digging graves and we are only free if collectively all our eyes can see.