ockbar does in fact sound like akbar, bro... pronounced the same hahaha
ockbar does in fact sound like akbar, bro... pronounced the same hahaha
P to the g... What's good big dawg
Lol how else would u pronounce itOriginally Posted by OckBar
Idk muff seems to think it's pronounced different lol
Shafi isn't Indian tho lol he's black.
He's talking about the name
lol ACCCCCCCK *hocks a loogie* BAR
IM WRONG THO
MY BAD
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@MUFF
We need one more vote on that masquerade massacre
Wats good yall
@Packed Graves .. Tag me when ur ready.. I went 20
Shafi is a dark paki towel head brah
Amen the only fag who puts every variation of bar in his name
Lmao
I know you guys could give two fucks but I'm showing it anyways, ya heard?
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Lenox- Stapled shut in an outside world and I'm sealed in tight,
Had to catch my bus, even the lightest days feel like night,
Caught a glance at an angel, quickly did I peel from her sight,
Dumb I felt but inside I usually appeal to the bright,
Sat down with intentions that I could not grasp any longer,
Cause I was not a man who could out last the faster and stronger,
A good deed of a presence is what I actually brought her,
Broke down crying the second I mentioned one name,
She understood that I was hungry and always hunted with blame,
Hated the popular never wanted to be pursued with fame,
Confused, But what Stunned me was that she knew my name
I Don't understand it, The good always look to be dead,
Lost my job I told her, she understood and shook her head,
She said she had a job once, I could tell ones shoulder she climbed,
said she got laid off for wondering if there was a way of overtime,
That's when i could connect with it all, and never did stall,
It's like we have a connection, I have to let the reception through,
Told her my past, I guess there's nothing left to do,
And at that second something made me question,
Maybe you were really just an angel sent from heaven,
Cause you guessed my age and the date I was born,
And stated the way my dad left me and how I was hatefully torn,
Then she looked in my eyes with glistening bombs,
"I've always been listening Jon, remember that this is your mom"
That moment she faded away, I was in awe with a trend,
Shocked, but To this very day I never saw her again,
I'm not scared anymore, I know it's fear as it seems,
But now she's always there beside me, and never disappears in my dreams
Jukon- Where it starts, and where it begins,
the bus stop bench, a home for sins.
many nights I've almost died in this spot,
but somehow I always wake up- eyes bloodshot.
as if; someone's watching over me, could it be?
that a guardian angel is keeping me from heaven's scene.
I've never believed in God, he took everything I had hidden
corrupted my thoughts and made me addicted.
a few moments pass, and the temperature steepens,
the fog rolls in, as if in a supernatural sequence.
I catch her walking, from the corner of my eye,
she takes a seat but then she starts to cry.
something about her, familiarity overwhelms me,
but I stay quiet, as to let her keep her dignity.
she nods in my direction, asking simple questions with discretion,
"My day was uneventful." trying not to make an impression.
her cheeks, stained with tears of past endeavors,
I finally glance up, and reality hits me, my legs fall with her.
there sat, my little sister, draped with wings,
seems just like yesterday she was laced with dreams.
of a picket fence yet a twisted sense of freedom,
she wanted everything but knew she didn't need it.
all she wanted, was for me to stay alive,
I always felt her close, a blessing in disguise.
I held her memories, sewn into my heart,
but even with the stitches, I started to fall apart.
when shadows emerge, we often think of peace,
almost praying, for our pain to increase.
just so we inch closer to the edge, tempted to give in for less
still, we jest; 'for we all know the thought of spirits..
..is just a way we show regret.
Why this nigga @OckBar on my dick tho?
Kill a bitch and kill her kid
all depends what her nigga did
-herbo
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