the last journal entry of Larkk, ever.
Nigga listen, when i spit on the riddem, I kill em,
raw like the Ball of Brazilians,
you don't war, cor the kids brilliant,
blood, im the heir to the throne,
not William, Akala, smart as King Arthur,
darker, harder, faster,
rasclaat, I kick the illa shit,
it's like Shakespeare, with a nigger twist,
lyricist, im the best on the road,
nitro flow, oh-so-cold, I'ma blow yo,
keep the hoes, I only want dough homes,
nobody close, I'm alone in my own zone,
no no love for the po-po,
loco when I rock mics solo,
I hope that you know, where you don't go thoe,
want it with Bolo? Must be