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08-12-04, 04:00 AM | #1 | ||||||
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The miles get less, while growing stress
A tragic mess I must confess a road it seems, this famouse mile so many crossed it with a smile, went north, did black folks, south went wight But not to live these people crossed Almost, so close, for shit, that was the cause Almost with bullet holes, my future almost lost, Stopped short by dirty pigs, handcuffed and decked While tasting cold concreete, than the back seat Got taken by the pigs right at the mile of life The mile that takes away more life than wife Across the Mile, the famous mile of Faith, the 8 The summer sun ignoring my pale skin. So pale, I look away when mirrors have a grin Short days controlled by ….shit, come night let life begin Today began just like the end of yesterday, it’s all a mess Where who and what I know and well, this must be hell I must be dead, not yet, the world needs me to tell Someone must tell those smart as hell With ticket for the train of pain It’s a connecting ride I say connection through the rose, the nose or vein. Try shit that is the product of existence, always someone to blame Somewhere somehow lost souls are paying with their last Or who is trying to forget that thought of scoring a nice sack Remember worse, who knows but god, its jail in fact, to hell and back Warm flesh, curled up, cold floors, inside, the moans spell crying Forgiveness, anything, I d rather die then lay here dying. Shake shake jerk jerk my mind will soon expire But no one hears me. Just sit real far away and laugh Tangled in the blanket, I sware I won’t forget, the food An orange and some stinky goo, I do not need that though I know the cell will open soon during the sunshine rain or gloom I am that man inside the room, thinking to run or face the truth Another hour and a half past, please God Who better to withstand this test, I know I am the best But minute after minute pass, and nothing changed I try to hold back all of pain, real soon I will be free But will she be there I can’t tell, but thoughts of her Like an oasis in the midst of hell, put me to rest Somehow untarnished by the slipping mind Like paradise, I plunged in to a peaceful dream A dream in which she d never leave Like nothing could betray our love But I awake jerk jerk shake shake It’s all just a mirage of faith, illusion sucked up by the 8th 8 mile ill be there soon! |
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