i keep traveling this road, i know i'm growin' old//
and i ain't ever trippin' until the story's told//
yeah, it's a life overdose//
and it once was bright, now the light is closed//
so i might overdose//
because my life's been shit as of lately, despite all of my foes//
you know this is a writer that's a pro//
so don't you get in my way, or step on my toes//
i ain't fightin'no more, although i'm likin' this whore//
she's got a tight little bra, she'll put you in the physce ward//
ain't no point of the games of dyke wars//
they lame, it's strike four, they're fake, like light swords//
i move this shit from my brain to mic. cords//
the rain is on course, today it might pour//
matter fact today it might storm, you might just get away//
just pick the right door//
Copywright: Steven Spagnuolo 2008
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