Left for a second
back for ya blessings
tell me ya mean it
always conveenyant
if no one esle needs it
ill find use
dreams running from me
ill find you
a mind expanding with times advantage
sittin in the street with the freaks and the damaged
said i cant stand it
so i sat down
conversation with an atheist
who wont back down
god bring me home
sick of this hellish roam
stuck in the matrix
cant find a telephone
tell me kelly
why do you cry?
an a-busive ar-tist
fingerpainted her eyes
she dont wanna leave and
i cant stay
reasons well known but
i wont say
just know if i could
i still wouldnt love you
give cupid my reciept
chest full of troubles
heading back to the avenues
roaring gotta grab sum food
old man gray hat
didnt even wave back
joint point long as my attention span
pretty girl city girl
asks my plans
trust me baby ima deadly man
lost in this world but its
better then the sand
no disrespect id shake every single hand
not 4 me tho
diff-rent gene flows
ran outta bogies
poem got lonely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem