Written by Chaka PX I want your eyes.... The trouble began with knowledge, Even the dead lye with ease, I wouldn't know what, greed means, if not written. I want what you see, Let your eyes guide me, Don't look left or right, Go straight. We end up being slaves. Prove nothing except to yourself.... Continue Reading →

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