Kells, All these pretty lights, Can’t you see em? Endless nights In my lifes museum Where we see our heroes And pretend to be em And we seize the day Carpe Diem Previous to this dream state I had leftovers on each plate Left shoe all tattered up from this long journey my feet ache Left the life that I lived because everyday was just replays, And I dreamed big, walked around in my PJs And my street days are still here Never changed like I still wear The same pair Phone call? what for? We aint long distance, I’m still there Still on the blocks where gun cocks and gunshots are more familiar of a sound then what’s hot 12 dollar showers at truck stops would give anybody motivation that you must not lose this one shot...
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 16:16:09 +0000
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