A League Among Leagues

By Lath Akpa

Now true friends stab you in the front

But the goats rule over everyone

A game where the goats smell the worst the squeaks sound like a chorus of athletic angels

Magic, Oh My Days

Boston Loves to bicker for the slightest reason and never seems solve their problems equally

Old school and new school, they are all the same New cities following up after the legacies of the originals I can task every part of the history, every fact is another sweet layer to savor and enjoy the goats are ignored and disapproved by everyone inequality concealed in every corner but everything is fair and it’s constructed to help the ones in need if you are clutch, there will be no one in the risers hating on you how is this happening it is a disgrace, it is a damn disgrace to the face they cut the yarn from the old woman’s grasp, and now they cut the dreams of so many they are as proud of the murderers and too scared to say anything, so they do everything hang time is all that matters they are forced to fly for the sake of bank Lath watches dreams being crushed and he is in utter disbelief he can’t go on like this and neither can they but everything comes back around and they will get posterized their most powerful and influential crowd waiting to tear them apart thanks, but I can’t make that my last priority I love what they do and I live what they do I sleep what they do and I eat what they do pisan zapra the sticky ball called out for Texas why are they so different I want them to be like you

Nothing i love is as good as the way you do things and it is painful to be a part of anything else

But in extreme measures, they tear up the planks of wood that they use for guidance

A game that mothered them