two hits
and I'm gone
holding my high
from dubai to discovery bay
I met John
on his black harley
along the way,
my nowhere man in ponytails
chasing Jesus off the charts
he gave me
his bloodied lens
and a dime
I peered through bullet holes
in his heart
and saw the devil
and the glazed eyes of Mark
frozen in time
like grime and graffiti
on the walls of Attica
he gave me
his smoking gun
and a pen
"Imagine......"
~ P (Pablo)
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
two hits
and I'm gone
holding my high
from dubai to discovery bay
I met John
on his black harley
along the way,
my nowhere man in ponytails
chasing Jesus off the charts
he gave me
his bloodied lens
and a dime
I peered through bullet holes
in his heart
and saw the devil
and the glazed eyes of Mark
frozen in time
like grime and graffiti
on the walls of Attica
he gave me
his smoking gun
and a pen
"Imagine......"
~ P (Pablo)
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