Johnny Boy's Page

atmosfearic:

“Good Daddy won’t smoke no weed,
Until the bass cradles her back to sleep,
Then he can stake his mack while she takes a nap,
To the sweet pretty sound of the gangster rap,
Shh, the high hats are angel’s voices,
They keep her distracted,
From the stranger’s voices,
Escape is a paradox,
Because her childhood is locked in that music box.”