Rodrique Godwine
Mwanza
may the Lord forgive us may the God’s be with us and that magic hour I seen good christians make rash decisions oh she do it, what happened to Religion? oh she lose it she putting on her make up she casually allure text message break up, the casualty of tour how she gone wake up and not love me no more I thought I was the ass hole, I guess it’s rubbing off hood phenomenom, the Lebron of rhyme hard to be humble when you stuntin on a jumbotron I’m looking at her like “this what you really want it, huh?” what we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime " ROD ONE TYME"