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There’s a street that I drive on daily I’ve driven on it since I was a kid When it rains the gap gets flooded and a slice of Oregon seems to seep in at the top of the slope there’s a cross For those that could not wait, a life is now lost and the spirit dwells where the nocturnal God creeps from fence to fence There’s a street that I drive on daily I’ve driven on it since i was a kid Children hike it in search of school with no parent in sight yet- The plight of a wingless bird would be worthless without, A drowning fish Mislead youth graffiti the signs marking their grounds like a dog A ****** infection A dimensional problem three generations passed No cure no amount of affection There’s a street that I drove on daily I have driven on it since I was a kid The fog is thickest down the slope And the crow gazes down the passerby’s soul To understand it, you would have to be insane for the man is not crazy until he seems deranged Fine malt liquor 40s, the fuel for the hood becomes a constant struggle and the rock is now a feud there is a street that I drive through daily I’ve driven on it since I was a kid One day I will use it to leave and heave this troubled past but for now I return and speed through it- in this labyrinth lies a monster—one you cannot see It reaches in your pockets and forces you to bleed. Grab another and one more! it feels good. while. it. lasts For there’s a street that I drive daily I’ve driven on it since I was a kid…
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
The Roller Coaster
There’s a street that I drive on daily I’ve driven on it since I was a kid When it rains the gap gets flooded and a slice of Oregon seems to seep in at the top of the slope there’s a cross For those that could not wait, a life is now lost and the spirit dwells where the nocturnal God creeps from fence to fence There’s a street that I drive on daily I’ve driven on it since i was a kid Children hike it in search of school with no parent in sight yet- The plight of a wingless bird would be worthless without, A drowning fish Mislead youth graffiti the signs marking their grounds like a dog A ****** infection A dimensional problem three generations passed No cure no amount of affection There’s a street that I drove on daily I have driven on it since I was a kid The fog is thickest down the slope And the crow gazes down the passerby’s soul To understand it, you would have to be insane for the man is not crazy until he seems deranged Fine malt liquor 40s, the fuel for the hood becomes a constant struggle and the rock is now a feud there is a street that I drive through daily I’ve driven on it since I was a kid One day I will use it to leave and heave this troubled past but for now I return and speed through it- in this labyrinth lies a monster—one you cannot see It reaches in your pockets and forces you to bleed. Grab another and one more! it feels good. while. it. lasts For there’s a street that I drive daily I’ve driven on it since I was a kid…
dagudino
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 7:31 PM UTC
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