Stand Idle. - Poem by Mikee Corp
Stand idle, there's no pressure, only what you make of it and all you take it.
Don't push, don't shove, when you need a little love. I remember being out of line. It's not that simple, I go there all time. It's not that it's like turning water into wine. It's not that simple, if it was, it would be a crime. Stand Idle, release the pain, breath in and out again. It's not fair. Why should I care? I remember Friday nights, we all gathered in the fields. Music made of youth gone wild. When no one would tell the truth and to this day they never do!
Its not that simple I don't mean to be out of line, it not that simple I go there all time, its not that its like turning water into wine. its not that simple if, was it be a crime.
Stand Idle, wake up get it together open the window look at the weather I remember Sunday nights the nickel beer would taste just right. The music made you dance all night Monday morning was a fight wake up just wasn't right got fired for not being tight.
Its not that simple I don't mean to be out of line, it not that simple I go there all time, its not that its like turning water into wine. its not that simple if, was it be a crime. Stand Idle, now you tripped it forgot how you gave a shit how you ever manage it The music was a beateee makes your mind feel like graffiti the clubs were so raveeee makes your kind so wavy here oh now here comes slim shady.STAND IDLE!
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