“Goin fa tha gold but I'm comin for ya soul= call me reaper wit a consequential metaphor sickel--- go go gadget missles====choppers rip thru tissues--- consequences of a stand for my principles== cross me and laugh then the reaper meets all individuals..i call it a repercussion drum line,, my flow is like sunshine and I know it is not lies--- sittin low in a tall ride smokin on columbine as it smell like we riding wit limes=== intervention mission you can call it divine… dru stone”
![“[comrades] are ashes, entrails, dung, stove smoke, clay, and they’ll all return to clay. They’re full of dirt, candle oil, droppings, dust. You, O Book, my pure, shining precious, my golden singing promise, my dream, a distant call— O tender specter, happy chance, Again I heed the ancient lore…” quote by Tatyana Tolstaya](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/437/tatyana-tolstaya-25610_books_comrades-are-ashes-entrails-dung-stove-s_2528700.jpg)
