Martrydon
Brandon & Kwanquille Poem
For I am a ghost
Which begs the question,
If it is I who dies,
Why am I so haunted by hire
God she was so happy once,
But now she's gone ,and sometimes,
I am too
Fighting this war for so long
Tired of trying to know whats right
Always knee deep in whats always wrong
Which begs the question,
If it is I who dies,
Why am I so haunted by hire
God she was so happy once,
But now she's gone ,and sometimes,
I am too
Fighting this war for so long
Tired of trying to know whats right
Always knee deep in whats always wrong