A clone soul’ is a character, aim for “story teller” Philosopher… The curse… Devils words! Overcoming “walks off the Curb”… Cracks to Streets is a code: my words! My hobby is a curse. Started off as a Youth: suicide concerns. Tortilla with no Skillet,” plugging the curse: I’m failing! Battle profanity; never simple with Humanity. God had blessed confidence; damage soul; Ignorant goals! Waste life for Weed that is rolled: tricks of blowing o’s… Relax to that Cheery glows. One hope: from one folk: I’m bold… I am the pain in the picture, a story teller “philosopher”! Conflicts develops conscience its harder to balance tolerance. If I relax, ill see reality “Clock wise” if I don’t, ill go back in time… Fuck my mind, I just want to be dead in a Grave with no time..