i try to find the time in my mind to redefine my lines its seemin like im destined to simplify a vivid grind, my closest friends sometimes seem as they foes, try find my path n still findin that im lost like zoe, case closed while I write with my pen but this bottle of gin got me questionin my friends, try to tighten up my ends but once again its no hope for a broke soul, seems as days go all these nights grow so cold, so i stay by the heat keep a flame in my speech, no sleep till the day i receive, what im bound to acheive n i believe that none can compete, with my dreams or the scenes i proceed in, still im breathin wishin i could sleep-in but im creepin through these streets with these demons, never with a reason for the schemin or the screams in my dreamin, am i dreamin?
Posted on: Thu, 19 Sep 2013 17:13:53 +0000
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