$in City 2
Alone ain’t alone in this cold cold world you have to hold on to the heat to survive somebody has to die I write like a run on because I don’t like periods especially from my main female skarlet with a K she off white like snow both parents are black I have to different startegy in fighting either you protect or you enforce I manage to do both died twice came back to life my sacrifice is that there are no sacrifices I move in silence but I can’t go in silence growing up the goal was to have flowers at you funeral not the wedding blood 🩸 for blood word for word my ability to fight challengers who have no passion was my role to make my heart cold as ice I was told never bring a gun to a knife fight but you better have either or the other way around the street light where during the day so I missed curfew getting like I clocked in I never clocked out music and write is my vice murder is my curse worst come to worst imma legend on elm street