This I beg of thee; Miss not ye forest for the tree Melanin of the skin was never to supersede Or undermine the fact it is He who chose to bleed I don’t do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries ‘I’m the new Death Row’ by myself no reprieve It’s like I can’t wait to […]

[Verse 1] This I beg of thee; Miss not ye forest for the tree Melanin of the skin was never to supersede Or undermine the fact it is He who chose to bleed I don’t do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries ‘I’m the new Death Row’ by myself no reprieve It’s like I can’t […]