Born in August years ago
Bound for Africa, I miss you so
Lived to the edge from night 'till day
Cursed all those fuckers, won't they go away?
Mind in Mach Three from the age of ten
Scribbled and mumbled with my blue ink pen
Dreamed in frames, it took my pain forever
Life over love, my heart whole for never
Friends are the base of any survival
After that chill my soul needs revival
I'm up for the drugs that money can buy
Cash ain't an issue when it passes you by
A blue summers dream of candy and rum
Drought in the mind of the deaf and the dumb
God be my staff of courage and might
May he make me brave when I miss you so tight.
1 comment:
This was like looking in the mirror... I felt your every word.
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