Murdered Few


Through these eyes I done seen it all and balled with the best of them

The rest of them...... 

Seen them all fall, 'they spoke death to them"

(respect for him)

"Murdered Few"

Even though he knew how the clock ticked


Time Knocked 


Blood thirsty the verse of me

Accordingly was how it singed

You aint heard of me, I pick niggas out leave them holy


Third Degree


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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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