My minds closed, like its clothed, cuz its cold. Im growin old, - TopicsExpress



          

My minds closed, like its clothed, cuz its cold. Im growin old, really slow, time froze, hearts snow, And my soul is rather gross, seeking solace as it glows, casting shadows with this flow, shadow puppets at ya door, But i run it like the gingerbread man, for the dough. You splattered birds on my Door,Noah flew a bird, and got some green, now metaphorically thats dope. Metaphorically im hope, Metaphorically im broke, If i metaphorically die then i physically float. Rock the boat, dont rock the boat baby, Chain glow, ill rock a broach maybe, Black clothes,yeah my wardrobe is lazy, Black cloak and the visual is hazy. White smoke and the memory is crazy, sliced throats metaphorically im Jason, Mask on and Parliaments erasing, Explode now the lyrics still and wasting, Pollock flow, metaphorically amazing-Despicable Meech
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 14:09:33 +0000

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