I’m on a pilgrimage searching for Jehovah.. while perched on this corner watching how Gods fall within these borders.. too many hoarders.. more more more give me more quarters.. so I can quarterback it and pack it in quarters.. moto dup it the more that u order.. madness.. teen spirit running rampant.. blasphemy death is after me.. maybe ill have peace when death captures me.. wonder what these streets’ll be after me.. same same ghettos never change.. same thang pain always rain.. money in the air can mask everythang.. or so it seems.. money in the air can mask everythang out goes the dream.. money come money go.. more money come more money blowed.. paper paper paper paper paper planes I wanna fly Say good bye to the world You’ll never see me again I wanna die Find me on the road towards Damascus.. Ask Saul if he’s seen God’s bastard.. A vagabond looking real haggard.. A young dapper don before he was captured.. Screaming God give me answers World’s gone mad like its gotten cancer.. Screaming out God give me answers.. World’s gone breaking bad and I’m out here gasping.. With a voice gone raspy.. Croaking up words you can barely hear, ask him.. along what road has he traveled.. Stories of a mad man where no one understood his babble.. Onelove, Kosal Khiev
Posted on: Wed, 02 Oct 2013 16:19:48 +0000
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