I see nothing sometimes, I see nothing but rhymes Mental crimes, - TopicsExpress



          

I see nothing sometimes, I see nothing but rhymes Mental crimes, fulfill the lonely times and percussion Melodies of keys are the remedies of these The only steeze is the snare blowin smoke in the air I see the weary-teary motions fallin off your very shoulders Browsin the I-dont-care folder seems to be the escape Determination is the key, you gotta let go of faith And everyone you gave your faith to so faithful Ungrateful, they make you, and they make you sad Hop out of your passenger seat, heated catchin a cab The fiasco just opened up a closed scab Sore feelings, more feelings, your feelings collaborate
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 03:10:17 +0000

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