Scar Face

Stay with shell, guts and trails

techs, tape decks. 808's an gals

my trains on snowy tracks 

gada blow off the rails

Tony Montanan man

my little friend yells

under the ground your little friend dwells

hasta manana friend, ill see you around 12

with 12 in the guage 

on the dial sun swells

you can rest in this pain

we both burn in hell

Reviews

[jeannemarie coulter]

thought provoking read...

[silent poet]

like the pace of this. well written