Write To This Picture: June '07
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Write to this picture by Inga Nielsen for June
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i'm in the desert stranded, no civilization for miles &/
my imagination starts goin' and i'm seein' rock houses/ and inside is water and shawty's wit' small blouses/ that wanna feel on me and put' me in there mouth's, yeah/ i get kinda horny, i blink and the vision is gone/ cuz my mind has just took another step beyond/ reality, and my dream got me feelin' all abandoned/ back to the desert and realizing i'm stranded/ |
realized im getting older through the years i slowed down
was the one ta approach first and now its a ghost town carried weight on my shoulders years made me old now the sudden impact of boulders is what made me go down follow my own footsteps they lead a path of decay you can say i know best but i never do whats okay mountains my last resort they're the only place for me establish my own fort but all i can say is sorry yea dull rhyme but fuck it who reads them anyways : / |
its been a while.
I've become vegetable in my thoughts. The home, buds grime into the hood, rot Ha. But there's always the light at the end Some monumental heighth to be climbed, over the fence Story of my life, Our lives.. We're one in the same Thrown in the shark tank, linked to struggle by simliar chain And it fades, Generation by Generation it wades So, we drown in the liquid we're born into each day Yes, and on the pipe plays, so desolate and bare Playing an old man's tune, blind in his stare |
I'm Back For a While..... ha
I'm high as a plane so out tha window I look And realize life has just became pages in a Dr. Suess Book Rock houses one has tha shape of a face No humans appear I wonder wut happened to tha humans of race (Humans peroid) Street lights hang on old crooked trees N I see no light is this tha Chosen fate for me To die in tha hot sand. alone wit no friends I wake up n its time to hit tha blunt again shit |
^^you shoulda wrote a rhyme like how dr suess writes lmao that woulda been so dope
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People are still doing this?? good lookin out Strobe
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when is july goin up
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JULY, the symbol of americas freedom- americas pride
JUly the time that my soul withers and died for i am going to prison, locked up in one of those blocks faceless people lookin out wishin for that freedom, but cannot.. ultimately achieve it for the wrongs that they did.. some of them have been there since they were kids.. forever trying to escape the lonliness of this place, which takes your soul through another faze- for the young boy who used to look forward to july- now defy-the very existence of it.... he would rather die den stay in this place of purgatory always trying to find a way to escape trying to be free used a rope ladder to escape the eternity of hell and faced, emptiness, for he cannot not escapes the wraths of......................... ...............july............ |
oh shyt i thought this was supposed to be about july
haha oops |
Just Getting Old
I feel trapped the windows of my sole stay open
and I know Ive went off the path but im still hopen that in the end ill make it to the mountain of a goal I see well hell if not at least at the end I can rest and look back in the sand of my memories that I kept but right now I just gotta keep moving as long as I dont go back im fine then once its my time Ill go back to those times I GUESS IM JUST GETTING OLD |
The path more taken.
As I walk through the desert of the absence of life,
I look at my path and wonder what’s right? Should I pursue an epiphany off in the distance? Maybe I’ll be repayed for unrelenting persistence, Or should I follow these tracks and become one of “them,” I know who made these tracks but what happened to him? Did he become one of these windows…these eyes, I look to God for answers…not a cloud in the sky. The path to the top is long and difficult, Feels like a choice; every step I take becomes pivotal, Will I keep taking the "true" path that leads to the summit? Fuck it I need shelter; LIFE: I’m not above it. |
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