Walking these streets with a distant stare No one likes us but we - TopicsExpress



          

Walking these streets with a distant stare No one likes us but we dont care Maybe our kind dont fit round here Our minds find conflict round here See we choose to cruise a route that aint paved with gold So our shoes dont slip, they stick and grip this road Our tools are ink slits that we engrave and mould Through an end goal you maybe cant spend or fold We wont settle for unsought careers or forty years of salty tears
Posted on: Thu, 21 Nov 2013 00:40:06 +0000

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