different strokes for different folks
different stacks for different smoke
and the words that you blow,
you never know who it can stow
when you think you lost all hope
look outside in disguise
and see behind someone else eyes
different stroked for diff rent folks and the smoke that you blow
fills up your chest, with words you repressed.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
different strokes for different folks
different stacks for different smoke
and the words that you blow,
you never know who it can stow
when you think you lost all hope
look outside in disguise
and see behind someone else eyes
different stroked for diff rent folks and the smoke that you blow
fills up your chest, with words you repressed.
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