Poems from Jazza
This is all
This is all
Yeah this is all
A pit of nothing
All the internet kids fronting
I wait at the stations but I see no trains are...
Gave over, scored a hat-trick but I coulda scored four
Could have all the money in the world & I'd still feel poor
It's like I'm...
Who am I?
What can I be?
Can I achieve my dreams that transcend the clouds in the sky?
Or does this white supremacist society dictate who...