G.30

Good morrow, good after sought for, time borrowed.. Many mistakes, many sorrows, untouchable signs, divine twine breaches out the vine, minds marrowed.. Filled with dreams one can only spar for, clogged pores of Olay, royal mask of war, beauty is par for course.. Year of Horse, 2014, my dear, be coarse.. Rugged edge, drink beer, be fed, think clear, see between the wedge.. Makers mark of a note he said, One Hun, O the strip, we pledge.. A pedigree naught but one, one opposite each other, commingle this bred from street wits, schoolin' dreads from deep hits, we seek from one another..