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, Im still there, Still on the blocks where gun cocks and gunshots are more familiar of a sound then whats hot, 12 dollar showers at truck stops would give anybody motivation that you must not lose this one shot..
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 10:11:24 +0000
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