jes culls
wading thru
cocksure traversing
less the rhythm
culls-thru
makes it somehow
stealing long the walls
thru
with one eyes
on and
mirth and how
thru u
my honey one
and only
jes culls
yo call did not
go thru yet
you are still wading
among
the muck that hull
on yr soul does
a doosey on
the shoes i trample
on making me the way
to you
thru who?
jes culls i said so
