Scorched Paths

They tracks are the heat of a wild fire. The earth is scorched, and fallen trees remain as grim reminders. The air hangs heavy with the aroma of ash. Take heed of these paths, for hazard still lies within. Droppin'/Pumpin'/Flippin' Beats This Week This week is lit/going wild/stacked with fresh t
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