Unknown @page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } The cubs and the lions are snoring, Wrapped in a big snuggly heap. How is it you can do all this other great shit But you can’t lie the fuck down and sleep?
The pile of hair-ropes on the floor looked like a litter of newborn rodents, but as Twenty-Twenty had taught me and various Rastas real and pseudo had since reconfirmed—in particular my former herb-game boss, Jafakin’-ass Abraham Lazarus, and the posse of bobo yardie motherfuckers who spent their...