Lately been living this life thats trife; poltergeist on mics. Its like Im taking half the caution with twice the vice. Its so real; and at the same time illusion. I thought this was a dream, somebody check me for contusions. Working these little clubs, for minimum of the buzz; was digging into my love for the pyramids above, but I kneel. And continue to spin the wheel; even if it only gets me the promise that I can still build meals out of doing what I love, and treat it like a drug. I gotta leave again, I know its rough but; keep me in your memory wherever I go and Ill be sure to send you snapshots, develope my soul. I, I, Ill just develope my soul; to keep the devil below while we just peddle for home. Pirates sailing the roadways, drunk from my last toast. My lady tucked me a note in the bag where I packed my coat and it read; - Wrekonize of ¡Mayday!
Posted on: Sat, 15 Nov 2014 15:06:35 +0000